Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 108 - 59: The Only One I Can’t Figure Out Is Fifth Xia

It must be something significant to make Artie hesitate for two whole seconds—

The Winters Ambassador wondered whether Master Sean Lowell, who seemed oblivious to worldly concerns, would disdain the everyday flavor on her chopsticks.

Something that fell into the small pot in front of him finally pulled part of Sean’s attention away from Summer and back.

"Thank you. You eat first; I’ll wait for Summer to join."

With the experience from calling Summer the first time, Sean already felt quite at ease the second time he called her.

No pause, no hesitation, as if it was meant to be that way.

"Mm-hmm, we’ll finish this one first, and the remaining four, just like usual, will wait for Summer to join. The next four king crabs are about Summer’s culinary skills; this one is about her knife skills and her eye for picking king crabs," Artie had entered a peculiar state where whatever Sean said would excite her.

Artie has always waited to eat with Summer, even though Summer had never made such a request.

Artie’s call for everyone to start eating was due to the very special "method" used on the first king crab today: "You can’t fail Little Artie’s cooking or the knife work."

The Rhyming Siren had made a round while greeting everyone, only to find that her brother, who had already returned to his seat, hadn’t put the last crab leg into the pot yet.

"Ah, brother, have you figured out how to cook it, hmm? You can wait for Artie to cook it for you to taste, okay?"

Leo was currently facing away from Summer Fairmont, unable to see her cooking or her expression.

But he couldn’t calm down; he saw light in Sean’s eyes, a light that seemed to reflect Summer’s expressions.

What had Summer just been unable to say?

The Nation’s Gentleman’s heart was inexplicably clogged.

The first time their eyes met, Summer’s eyes were full of pity.

Was today’s second meeting one of disdain after pity? Or was it something more negative?

When had the Nation’s Gentleman, cherished by so many girls, ever experienced this?

Ever-smiling Leo was not insensitive.

He could see through almost every girl’s motive for approaching him.

But he couldn’t understand Summer Fairmont’s.

Besides that, the light in Sean’s eyes also gave Leo a feeling of unease.

He couldn’t say why, but it made the Nation’s Gentleman not want to continue being a gentleman.

Leo hadn’t really spent much time with Sean, but regardless of which year’s Celestar Baijiu Top 100 list was announced, Master Sean Lowell had never shown any genuine emotion.

Everyone knew that Master Sean Lowell seemed detached from worldly affairs and had no hobbies beyond brewing.

The persona of The Jilted, who found neither joy in material things nor sorrow in his circumstances, was already deeply ingrained in people’s hearts.

Todays’ Sean was evidently different from usual.

Leo was already unable to distinguish whether his troubled heart was due to being watched by Summer or because Sean was watching Summer.

The Nation’s Gentleman disliked his abnormal state; such troubling feelings shouldn’t be present in his heart at this time.

Artie placed the final piece of king crab leg meat she had cooked onto his plate, yet as the National Heartthrob, Leo didn’t give any response.

The atmosphere at the scene was eerily quiet; besides the sounds of Summer busy in the kitchen, no one else spoke.

Artie was waiting for Leo’s culinary commentary after he finished eating.

Gordon Sterling had eaten four bites of "regal meat" before noticing the strange atmosphere, leading him to pull back his tongue, which he had almost swallowed entirely: "Mr. Vaughn, how confident is Winters Spirits in acquiring Port Aelen Distillery?"

"It’s hard to say right now; they are showing much more interest in integrating with live-streaming spaces than in finding a distributor for The Greater Sinian Region." Although lost in thought, the Nation’s Gentleman wasn’t as disconnected from the world as Sean was.

"Indeed, even with a decision to restart the distillery this year, the earliest it would begin production is the year after next, plus whiskey needs at least three years of aging, so without four to five years, Port Aelen’s new products wouldn’t hit the market. It’s understandable they have reservations about Winters Spirits."

Artie, upon hearing this, was noticeably indignant: "Reservations about the best channel? Could it be they’re aiming for the worst partnership instead?"

The Winters Ambassador’s thinking was simple; why should such a top-level agency like Winters Spirits have no reservations, yet a distillery that’s merely rumored to be restarting has those reservations?