Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 112 - 61: This Is So Fifth Xia

Islay is a very special place, a mix of lakes and sea. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

You say its scenery is beautiful, but the climate really makes it hard to praise.

You say its scenery isn’t beautiful, yet it has a wild charm as unique as peat whiskey.

A life that loves peat whiskey but hasn’t been to Islay is incomplete.

Just like the love for Wagyu without visiting Japan, or a passion for ham without a trip to Spain.

Sean isn’t the type of person with rich emotions, who loves or hates blindly.

But he still ate a royal crab feast with a melancholy silence.

You say he’s unhappy, yet the joy of tasting his sister’s cooking for the first time is indescribable.

You say he’s happy, yet a profound, unshakeable sadness spreads in his heart.

Why doesn’t Summer live like a princess?

Why didn’t he come looking for Summer sooner?

Why doesn’t he even dare to reveal his identity as her brother?

After the meal, it was time for Sean and Gordon to return to the hotel, but The Pouting Siren had no such concept of time.

"Ah, brother, Master Sean Lowell and the most handsome host are staying in a hotel, aren’t they? Wouldn’t that be a bit not good? The essence of Islay is its peat, and you need a place with a fireplace to burn it and experience the true essence of Islay. Hotels definitely can’t have the best fireplaces and peat."

Winters was too shy to directly invite Master Sean Lowell to stay, so she brought up her own brother.

Since Elder Ford had greeted her in advance, Sean could have chosen from several distillery villas prepared for him.

Firstly, he didn’t want to trouble anyone, and secondly, he liked that Lochindaal was a hotel but didn’t seem like a hotel, with a human touch.

Winters’ intention to invite was very clear, and The Devilish Lolita has never been one to hide her inner thoughts.

Sean’s people-pleasing nature determined that he wasn’t good at refusing.

At this moment, his manager stepped in: "My luggage is waiting at the hotel for my pampering, I’ll try the best peat some other time, when I have the chance."

Gordon Sterling was a bit ’hurt’ by Artie’s repetition, and tried to save himself with the same method.

In the end, he gave himself goosebumps.

Although Sean didn’t show any clear emotion the entire evening, Gordo knew how much effort The Jilted was putting into controlling his emotions now.

"Isn’t the luggage problem easy to solve? Later, Artie and her brother can go fetch it for you," Artie felt a little triumph in the air.

Gordon’s patience with repetition was reaching its limit: "No need to trouble yourself, Mr. Vaughn flew all day and is already tired from traveling, going back and forth to move things isn’t appropriate, let’s plan for another opportunity."

Gordon Sterling directly switched his communication to Leo Vaughn.

Gordon was probably the only one present who didn’t see through Artie’s little thoughts.

Being single at 26 since birth isn’t without reason.

The Pouting Siren began to get anxious: "Artie has prepared a change of clothes for her brother, Master Sean Lowell and the handsome host can stay over without taking any luggage."

Gordon really wanted to lose his temper, with the kind of swearing directly.

But to leave sooner, he swallowed his words: "The clothes you prepared for Mr. Vaughn, do they fit me too?"

Gordon was furious, despising the meat on his body was despising him personally.

Artie, after all, is a girl with a knack for saving situations, and Gordo was well within her capability to handle.

Given that Gordon had eaten at least two and a half king crabs alone, Artie quickly thought of a way to "solve" Gordon: "If you stay at my place, I can keep Summer here too, and every meal will be a feast."

"..."

Suddenly, Gordo lost the confidence to further retort to Artie.

"You don’t live with Summer?" Artie’s words successfully caught the attention of Master Sean Lowell, who had been silent all along.

"I do, but Summer said she’s going back to Brunschwig Distillery for the next couple of days. You all don’t know, that spooky and terrifying distillery, it’s scary just looking at the outside, let alone going inside. If Summer is just going to get some whiskey and comes out, that’s fine, but living there alone... just thinking about it makes Artie scared to death."

Summer Fairmont wouldn’t mention her itinerary to others, although Artie doesn’t count as others, she’s among the few whom Summer trusts.