Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 116 - 62: I Remember This Woman_2

Gordon’s heavenly voice, accompanied by the sea breeze, seemed even more distant, with a touch of the echo you would only find in a vast open field.

Although he still habitually teased Sean Lowell, Gordon’s tone had become much softer than before.

"A little sea breeze to clear the mind isn’t a bad idea." Sean Lowell inexplicably started liking Islay’s terrible weather; the more rampant the wind, the more real its presence felt.

Gordon wasn’t feeling great; why did an artist’s foggy mind mean the agent had to brave the wind as well?

How could an agent possibly endure an artist who was so unreasonable?

Yet Gordon didn’t have the heart to ruin Sean Lowell’s sudden burst of positive energy.

While Gordo was about to lose his temper and Gordon was holding his tongue, Gordon’s phone rang.

"I might be loyal to you, but how should I handle this?"

The call was from Elder Ford.

How did the world’s most handsome agent end up with such an unreliable artist like The Jilted?

If he took the call, Elder Ford would definitely scold him without hesitation for not taking care of his precious little apprentice.

Nobody seemed to know how the two ended up in their current predicament.

Gordon had completely forgotten that he was the one who suggested helping a friend take pictures outside the Brunschwig Distillery.

A top streamer can’t possibly be wrong; if anything goes wrong, it’s all Sean Lowell’s fault.

In front of Sean Lowell, Gordon was like a dragon, but before Elder Ford, he was a worm.

Even with the courage of twenty thousand lions, he wouldn’t dare badmouth Sean Lowell in front of Elder Ford.

"Let me answer." Sean’s distinct hand took Gordon’s phone: "Master."

"How strange, when did artists start answering calls meant for their agents?" Elder Ford joked with Sean on the first sentence.

Probably since two years ago, Elder Ford had been trying to make his little apprentice experience more of life’s simple pleasures. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Elder Ford’s efforts hadn’t seen much effect; Sean Lowell always stuck with him, an old man.

Focused and meticulous, apart from winemaking, nothing else seemed to catch his interest.

This time, Sean Lowell "descended the mountain" to attend the annual Winters Spirits event, initially saying he would return a few days late.

As soon as he returned, it was to say goodbye.

And not just goodbye, but leaving the country.

Elder Ford was pleased, but also worried.

When he heard Sean Lowell was going to Scotland to research Whiskey, Elder Ford finally felt at ease.

But Elder Ford’s ease regarding Sean’s trip to Scotland didn’t mean he was entirely at ease.

Elder Ford called every old friend he knew on Islay.

"My agent is rather high-profile, and the artists under his wing usually have to be deferentially diligent," Gordon valued his pride, and Sean Lowell was used to giving Gordon face.

"That chubby guy has some nerve, making my beloved apprentice work for him?" Elder Ford spoke with skepticism.

After reaching ninety, Elder Ford’s temper became increasingly like a playful old man.

His apprentice could only be pushed around by himself.

Others attempting to bully him? That’s absolutely a no-go, not by even a fraction.

"It’s unjust, Elder Ford, I flew all the way from Celestar to Scotland and am almost crushed by your apprentice!" Gordon’s grievance felt endless as he snatched the phone back: "Elder Ford, listen to this wind howl. Your apprentice tricked me into this place in the middle of nowhere, where no village or shop is in sight, and my life is nearly at risk..."

Before Gordon could finish lamenting, Elder Ford hung up the phone.

Immediately following was a video call request.

"I’m doomed, I’m doomed, totally doomed now." Gordon didn’t dare to take Elder Ford’s video call.

Wasn’t it already decided to hold on and keep quiet?

How did I just blurt out the hard truth amidst the grievance?

Great, now how do I explain this?

"Let me handle it." Sean remained so composed, as if not in any hardship.

"Gordon and I are out enjoying the breeze; the wind is a bit strong, can you clearly hear what we’re saying?" Sean knew Elder Ford’s concern for him, and the wind wasn’t the issue; it was his mental state that would worry his master.

"Clear, very clear, your master can hear just fine. This place looks a bit like the Brunschwig Distillery?" Elder Ford carefully observed the scene behind Sean Lowell.

"Master, you’ve been here before?" Sean was surprised.

"No, when your master went to Islay, I visited the three largest distilleries at that time, and that was thirty years ago." Elder Ethan Ford started reminiscing about events from decades ago.