But the temperature of the sun isn’t sothing that just any cloud can obscure and make disappear without a trace.
Clearing the clouds to see the sun—perhaps this is exactly the kind of scene that phrase describes.
"Tell about the whiskey you wanted to taste before." For so reason, after his mont of distraction, Sean Lowell thought of changing the topic first.
"We seldom talk about family matters together."
"Just last month, Sumr suddenly ntioned she inherited nearly a hundred thousand bottles of whiskey, otherwise I’d know nothing about it."
"And then at that ti, I told Sumr for the first ti that I am an extraordinary Wine Winters Ambassador."
"I even bragged that I could make her whiskey go from silent to astounding."
"Unfortunately, I ssed it up."
One mont he was full of enthusiasm, the next he had his head down: "Artie sincerely apologizes for her words and actions, hoping you can look past it and continue helping Sumr promote the whiskey."
The Pouting Siren bit her lip, let out a deep breath, hesitated a bit before making up her mind: "If you have any objections to the result of my casual translation... Artie can understand."
What Artie is most worried about now, apart from whether Sean’s health will be okay, is whether Sumr Fairmont’s family whiskey can get promoted.
The Pouting Siren’s nerves aren’t as thick-skinned as she often appears.
She’s good at pouting, but it doesn’t an she speaks without any regard.
She’s extrely willful, yet she never touches the places deep inside Sumr Fairmont that are unwilling to be touched.
Artie is just so well-protected that she occasionally needs to show extre willfulness to find a sense of existence.
"A promise is a promise." Sean Lowell gave Artie a gentle reassurance.
"You are truly an amazing master!" The Devilish Lolita’s mood instantly brightened.
Sean looked at Artie’s two thumbs up and couldn’t help but want to laugh.
Why does this well-shaped girl have so many actions like a three-year-old child—is it because she looks too much like a loli?
Despite many encounters, Sean seed to be seeing Artie’s face clearly for the first ti.
Not stopping with the thumbs-up, Artie seamlessly transitioned into a prayer-like gesture with both hands, swaying side to side: "Artie hopes that the whiskey you taste can have as rocky a fate as Sumr’s, please don’t despise it just because of my casual translation mistake, can you?"
"No disdain. Thank you for your translation. Disappointnt from hope is better than forgetting from having never had hope, right?"
Sean felt a bit reluctant to let this sun-like girl feel burdened, but having not interacted with girls for so long, he didn’t know how to comfort her.
Sean thought for a mont and extended his right hand: "Let’s reconcile. Everyone makes a mistake once, shall we call it even?"
"Mm-hmm-hmm!" Artie responded with a handshake, smiling like a blooming flower: "Then with reconciliation, Artie will never again call you a reputation-seeking master."
"If you hadn’t said this ti, I wouldn’t have known what you said in the past." Sean’s tone was like a gentle breeze blowing through a morning valley, just like the expression on his face.
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"You just hurriedly wanted to find ENT and dentistry experts for a consultation, and now you’re asking if you can be discharged tonight. Young Master Vaughn, do you think that because you’ve donated two ECMO machines to our hospital, you can do whatever you want?" William Walsh, Sean Lowell’s attending doctor, spoke before he arrived.
"That’s not it, I’m just consulting you, not notifying you. If you keep wronging , I’ll go complain to the director." Leo Vaughn gentlemanly opened the door for Walsh.
Seeing the Winters Ambassador by the hospital bed and Master Sean Lowell on the bed without any tense atmosphere, the Nation’s Gentleman could let go of one concern.
"Your complexion has indeed improved a lot now, and your temperature is dropping, but when you were admitted, you ntioned that this patient’s condition today was rather special and needed extra care, right? I suggest if you want a consultation, it’s better to stay for observation for two more days."
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Master Sean Lowell, he cannot catch a cold. His current fever, could it result in more serious consequences than a cold... could it?" Artie beca more and more guilty as she spoke.
"Well, it’s hard to say. I haven’t encountered what you’re calling a national treasure level of sll and taste. The tests we normally conduct for patients with sll and taste issues certainly can’t reach the sensitivity level of a national treasure; we still have to see the final actual situation, including both physiological and psychological factors."
Doctors can handle normal cases but can’t judge the "uniquely gifted" in extrely rare cases.
"Don’t let Gordon Sterling mislead you two siblings, I’m just a big guy; how can I be so fragile? You need to understand an agent’s overly protective mindset."
"Hey, having seen you for only two days, and you’ve fallen twice like this, isn’t that considered fragile?" Artie made a "two" gesture with her hand, her expression and actions exaggeratedly cute.
With Leo back, the Pouting Siren’s pouting index also rose along.
Sean didn’t want Gordon Sterling to know about his hospitalization.
If Gordon found out, there was no chance of brushing it off like that.
But letting Sean be discharged made both Leo and Artie uneasy; "The Divine Palate" wasn’t a precision device that allowed for the slightest error.
"Oh brother, why don’t we abduct Master Sean Lowell back to our ho!" Miss Artie once again exhausted all surprises with her words.
At this mont.
At this precise second.
Sumr Fairmont walked in carrying the disinfectant trio Artie wanted.
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