Sumr Fairmont’s sudden appearance made the atmosphere of the scene a bit subtle.
The Pouting Siren, who always seed just a step away from tripping, and The Devilish Lolita, who could do nothing when with Sumr Fairmont, were now carrying a tray with white porridge and four small dishes out of the dining room.
Artie Vaughn had already prepared everything, planning to stealthily deliver the porridge and dishes to the caretaker’s room for Master Sean Lowell.
Though The Devilish Lolita wasn’t very certain herself, it seed she was indeed attracted to the man who fainted twice upon eting her twice.
It was an indescribable, unknown, but very compelling attraction.
The Pouting Siren had a strange thought flash through her mind.
Could it be that a man only becos attractive to her when he faints in front of her?
What kind of psychology is that?
Logically speaking, in a house with a butler and six helpers, delivering a al to the caretaker’s room is certainly not sothing the First Lady of The Winters Family needs to do herself.
Artie insisted on delivering it herself, and Talia Tate smiled without any objection at all.
The Devilish Lolita’s motives were as clear as day.
Artie was almost so shocked by Sumr Fairmont’s appearance that she nearly toppled over with the tray.
In a split second, Sumr Fairmont swiftly stepped forward, expertly caught Artie, and smoothly took the tray from her hand, preventing it from scattering everywhere like a fairy scattering flowers.
"Ah, Sumr, you really scared Artie," The Pouting Siren’s small complaint slipped out without a thought.
What was so scary about such a routine scene?
Facing Sumr Fairmont’s inquiring gaze, Artie suddenly didn’t know where to start explaining.
Helping Artie clean up her ss was definitely more routine for Sumr Fairmont than having a al.
Since when did Sumr beco a cause of fear?
That must not be!
But feeling guilty still seed unavoidable.
The Devilish Lolita seed unsure how to explain to Sumr Fairmont why she was holding a tray, why Gordon Sterling was sitting in the dining room.
Sumr was in such a bad mood today that she wanted to drink herself into oblivion, yet Artie was single-mindedly thinking of bringing food to Master Sean Lowell.
Such poor friendship!
If she had managed to deliver it secretly, that would have been fine, but she just had to be caught by Sumr Fairmont.
Artie had a whole new understanding of her own incompetence in achieving her goals and sabotaging them instead.
But, what to do now?
She’d never dealt with a situation like this before.
The National Heartthrob, upon hearing his sister claim she’d been frightened, rushed out of the dining room.
Seeing her brother, The Pouting Siren’s mind went completely blank, and aside from an "Ah, brother" and a pleading look, there was nothing more she could say or express.
"Sumr, you’re awake? I just brought Master Sean Lowell and Mr. Sterling back to grab the whiskey for tomorrow’s tasting," Leo Vaughn’s first sentence imdiately cleared Artie of any bla.
As soone who witnessed the "car crash scene" of Sean Lowell and Sumr Fairmont’s first eting, the Nation’s Gentleman could easily understand why Artie might be a bit flustered.
After taking on the responsibility, Leo continued to explain, "Artie went up and saw you were sleeping. She also brought back two bottles of whiskey and wasn’t sure which could be opened for tasting. I was afraid of making another mistake, so I thought I’d let Master Sean Lowell rest in the caretaker’s room and wait for you to wake up before discussing it."
In just two sentences, Leo had smoothly clarified the ssy situation at hand.
Not only that, Leo very gentlemanly took upon himself all potential responsibilities that might make Sumr Fairmont feel resistant.
He had brought the people back, he arranged for the caretaker’s room
If Talia Tate hadn’t imdiately agreed to have the butler call the nurse, following the Nation’s Gentleman’s way of handling things, Leo would not have invited Sean Lowell in on such a day.
It wasn’t that he didn’t value Master Sean Lowell, but rather that too much had happened today.
Both Sumr Fairmont and Master Sean Lowell needed ti to process things.
If Artie and Sumr Fairmont had not left with the driver and the car, Leo would have chosen to go ho alone, take the whiskey, and deliver it to Gordon Sterling.
But without a driver, Gordon Sterling suggested they stop by to pick it up directly, given their long-standing partnership; Leo found no reason to refuse.
One coincidence led to another, a "strong alliance," creating the situation at hand.
Artie intended to get sothing light for Sean Lowell to fill his stomach, planning to run to Sumr Fairmont’s room and wait for her to wake up.
But when Sumr Fairmont ca downstairs, it seed like a real disaster of a scenario where there’s more concern for outsiders than her own best friend.
Artie suddenly felt like she had made a huge, very big mistake.
The Devilish Lolita felt a bit wronged – she was definitely not that kind of "fake friend" who cared less about Sumr.
Thankfully, her brother, the most gentlemanly in the universe, helped explain, otherwise, she would just have to act even more pouty.
"Sa." Sumr Fairmont used these two words to reply to the Nation’s Gentleman, perfectly embodying her cool persona.
This ti, Leo Vaughn was a bit confused.
So, it was ti for the personal translator to shine: "Ah Sumr, you an the two bottles of whiskey are the sa, right? But, uh, they look a bit different though, one has a label and the other doesn’t."
"Tore it off."
"Oh, right, Artie and Sumr said they wanted to do a blind tasting with the whiskey, if the labels weren’t torn off, there’d be too much information you can see."
The Devilish Lolita clung to Sumr Fairmont again: "This is why Sumr is the best, bringing two identical bottles of whiskey and tearing off one label for Master Sean Lowell’s blind tasting. Ah Sumr, you’re truly a genius~"
Artie looked at Sumr Fairmont who wasn’t angry nor did she turn around to leave, and his courage swelled: "I’ll go take the porridge to the care room, I’ll be back quickly."
Sumr Fairmont heard this and didn’t let go of the tray that was already securely in her hands: "I."
"Huh? You? Sumr, you want to help deliver it huh? You..." The Pouting Siren was a bit shocked, feeling like her translation was sothing out of science fiction.
"Don’t drop it." Sumr Fairmont advised lovingly, succinctly.
"Oh, Sumr is worried that I might fall? Who falls in their own house though?" The Devilish Lolita couldn’t quite leave her worries aside.
"You." A single word, combined with Sumr Fairmont’s emotionless expression, conveyed a heavy truth.
"Ah Sumr, you’re so annoying. How about... how about asking the butler to deliver it." Artie finally thought of a compromise.
The Devilish Lolita, with only a small heart, had no confidence to go through repeated catastrophes again.
"Stand properly." Sumr Fairmont steadied Artie, who was clinging to her, to make sure The Pouting Siren wouldn’t fall again once she let go, then she took the tray and headed to the care room on the first floor.
The earlier house tour had given Sumr Fairmont a very complete understanding of the Winters Family’s mansion.
In terms of the house size alone, the "ho" she grew up in was no smaller than the Vaughn Siblings’ rooms.
If that run-down, castle-like house could be called a ho at all.
Sumr Fairmont had long been used to handling life’s trivial tasks for Artie.
Delivering als was never within Artie’s scope of abilities, but it was sothing Sumr Fairmont did most often.
In Scotland, Sumr Fairmont would frequently prepare a full continental breakfast before Artie woke up and deliver it to Artie’s room with a huge tray.
Artie would wake up and directly have breakfast in bed.
After eating, he would groggily get up to wash his face and brush his teeth.
If proficiency in delivering als to those lying in bed were to be compared, Sumr Fairmont would not lose to the butler in Talia Tate’s house.
Since Artie wanted to deliver it, she helped deliver the porridge.
No one had ever seen Sumr Fairmont drunk, so no one knew that once she drank enough to pass out, she would forget many things she didn’t want to rember.
Upon waking up, Sumr Fairmont forgot "the scene," and forgot her "childhood without toys."
This kind of forgetting made Sumr Fairmont slightly change her view about Sean Lowell’s previous actions.
She didn’t want to recall that childhood darker than the darkest night, but others didn’t know how dark her childhood was.
Why should her own darkness demand that the entire world adapt to her?
Sumr Fairmont didn’t want to recall her endlessly dark childhood, but there was no reason to stop others from reminiscing about their own sweet past.
The butler ca out from the kitchen and dining room junction, ready to take the tray from Sumr Fairmont.
However, Sumr Fairmont’s swift actions were far beyond what the Vaughn family could match.
Before the butler got halfway, Sumr Fairmont was already at the door of the care room where Sean Lowell was.
Sumr Fairmont knocked and entered.
Seeing who had co, Sean Lowell suppressed the urge to openly scrutinize Sumr Fairmont, suppressing the impulse as if carved from the sa mold.
He was sober now, no longer had excuses to explain his unusual behavior.
Master Sean Lowell’s tone and expression were pure, untouched by any dust: "I’m sorry for the trouble today."
"Mm."
"I hope you don’t mind my previous rudeness." Sean Lowell returned to his calm deanor that drove 19.8 million fans crazy.
"Mm."
Sumr Fairmont would never go crazy for anyone, she just set the tray down.
Then. Turned around. Left.
As if she had never been there.
Sean Lowell stared at Sumr Fairmont’s retreating back.
He wanted to say thank you, but couldn’t even catch a trace of the breeze she stirred as she left.
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