Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 101 - 57: Let Alone a Tiny Home

No matter how the world changes, a person’s nature is hard to change.

Summer Lowell is still as warm as she was when she was a child.

She would bring him a bowl of water when he caught a cold, even though she’d spill half the bowl or more on the way.

When he got hurt, she’d say to the barely visible scars on his hand, "Blow on it, blow on it and it won’t hurt."

Summer Lowell remains as attentive and considerate as ever, but no longer wears that pure and innocent rainbow-like smile she had as a child.

Sean Lowell feels a bit guilty; clearly, he recognized Summer Fairmont as his sister Summer Lowell upon their first meeting, but later forced himself to believe he was mistaken.

Artie Vaughn, who arrived at Port Aelen Distillery ahead of Sean Lowell, was unwilling to enter by himself.

Such a well-matched pair, Ambassador and Master, certainly must enter together for ceremonial effect.

After a brief introduction at the gate by the marketing manager, everyone was to be led inside the distillery for a tour.

Summer Fairmont showed no intention of following inside.

Summer Fairmont went to the car, fetched a pair of flats for Artie to change into, then left behind only a brisk silhouette with her signature two-word directive: "I’m off."

Having spent her early years in a shuttered distillery until age 13, Summer Fairmont had no reason to be interested in yet another closed-down distillery.

Whether Sean Lowell, Gordon Sterling, or The Vaughn Siblings wanted a tour or an inspection was outside Summer Fairmont’s realm of interest.

She went to the airport to pick up The Vaughn Siblings simply as a straightforward pickup.

If Artie were alone, no matter what she was doing, Summer Fairmont would be there by her side.

To say nothing else, at least in her sight, she could prevent The Wrestling Siren from falling one or two fewer times.

Now with Leo Vaughn by her side, and a boy Artie has taken a sudden liking to occasionally helping The Wrestling Siren up, Summer Fairmont feels her presence is now inconsequential.

The decisively cool and spirited Summer Fairmont leaves without a second’s pause. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Ah, Summer, Artie has traveled so far from home just to hug and kiss you, how can you heartlessly leave Artie behind like this?"

Cupid’s Earth General Representative is somewhat reluctant to let Summer Fairmont leave at this moment.

If only Sean Lowell were here, she’d of course gladly engage in a romantic date at the fading distillery with Master Sean Lowell.

But there’s the pervasive Gordon Sterling, who might challenge her to the point of being speechless, and Artie fears she’ll be unable to manage.

More critically, Cupid’s Earth General Representative waits for their sibling couple’s bond to aid this year’s performance on Earth.

"Heartless."

"Ah, Summer, do you really not love Artie at all?"

"Don’t love her."

"So Summer doesn’t care if Artie lives or dies either?"

"Doesn’t care." Summer Fairmont is already immune to The Pouting Siren.

"Ah, brother, see how Artie is bullied when you’re not around? Artie feels so wronged, but she doesn’t cry. These five years, Artie truly has had a tough time." Artie tugs Leo Vaughn’s sleeve and shakes it twice, seeking outside support.

Summer Fairmont turns a blind eye, heading off again.

The first time she turned around, there was no one behind her.

The second time Summer Fairmont turned around, she nearly crashed into Sean Lowell, heading towards the distillery entrance.

Summer Fairmont paused briefly, leaving behind a deadpan "Sorry," then hastily left again as though pressed for time.

"Summer...Summer," Sean Lowell called out to Summer Fairmont.

Summer Fairmont looked up at Sean Lowell, saying nothing, only expressing her doubts through her gaze.

If she can avoid speaking, she does, a habit accompanying Summer Fairmont for many years.

Previously, when Summer Fairmont said thank you, Sean Lowell wanted to talk to his sister Summer Lowell, but never figured out how to address her.

Little girl, Little Rainbow, Doll, Snotty, these childhood nicknames none suited the current context.

Sean Lowell wished to avoid triggering memories of his sister’s childhood at this time.

The "Miss Summer Fairmont" used during their last meeting was unfamiliar to the point Sean Lowell couldn’t bring himself to voice it.

After much contemplation, Sean Lowell settled on the "Summer" used by Artie and Leo, both friendly and fitting.

Having finished calling it out, Sean Lowell was so satisfied with this address he nearly forgot what he’d originally wanted to say.

Summer Fairmont waited several seconds, checked the time again, seeing Sean Lowell still silent, finally spoke instead of expressing her meaning through her gaze: "What’s up?"