Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 124 - 65: An Indescribable Feeling

Artie sent a message to Sean Lowell just to show that she had obtained Master Sean Lowell’s phone number, making future contact convenient.

Unexpectedly, Sean Lowell replied immediately, even calling directly: "Summer’s missing? What happened?"

"Ah, it’s just... well, Summer’s not at home, not answering her phone, and it’s turned off. Summer never does this." Artie was so nervous she was almost incoherent:

"Artie just sent a text to let you know, Master’s agent said you guys only returned this morning. So Master Sean Lowell, please get some rest first, while my brother and I go look for Summer. In that case, we won’t be able to join you for breakfast later, okay?"

"Isn’t Summer living with you?" This was something confirmed when Sean Lowell was having king crab.

"Sort of, not exactly. Summer lives about 200 meters away from me, though she often stays over to keep me company. Artie just wanted to ask what time Summer dropped you guys off at the hotel yesterday?" Artie was still trying to figure things out after being hit by Gordon Sterling’s wake-up grumpiness.

Artie, based on years of experience with Summer Fairmont, figured Summer would definitely have sent Sean Lowell and Gordon Sterling back to the hotel.

Summer is a very considerate and thoughtful person.

Considerate to the point where Artie didn’t even need to think or speak for everything to be perfectly arranged.

"Summer took us to the area near Brunschwig Distillery yesterday, then went into the old castle alone. Gordon and I haven’t seen Summer since. Could she still be in the distillery?" Sean’s tone was anxious, tinged with worry.

This wasn’t very "Master" like.

Initially, convinced that Summer would be okay, Artie, who was just scaring herself, instantly started panicking again in sync with Sean.

"That old, long-abandoned factory has been uninhabited for many years." The Rhyming Siren’s appearance highlighted Artie’s overly complicated inner world at that moment.

There was delight in Sean Lowell immediately calling her after receiving a text.

And frustration, even a hint of anger, at Sean and Gordon leaving Summer to enter the old castle alone: "How could you two guys just ignore her? If Artie hadn’t known you were with her, she would never have allowed Summer to return alone to a place not fit for human habitation!"

Brunschwig Distillery had fallen into disrepair since its closure, with no one living there for years.

Hieronymus spent his last years in a nursing home, not in the ancestral castle.

Hieronymus’s twilight years were not bleak.

It was a very well-appointed nursing facility.

From birth, Hieronymus’s life was well-arranged for him.

This wasn’t solely due to the United Kingdom’s disability benefits, but more so because, at the time of Hieronymus’s birth, the Brunschwig Family had not yet declined.

Facing a child born with defects, Hieronymus’s parents had arranged every detail of his future life early on. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Even after the distillery shut down, there were no issues with Hieronymus’s medical care and subsequent needs.

This legacy doesn’t necessarily manifest directly as cash or bonds, yet it best reflects the Brunschwig Family’s ancient heritage, much like how Summer Fairmont, even after the family’s decline, could still attend a prestigious school.

When Artie received the bottle she brought back home, which was later contaminated by disinfectant, she had already experienced the "charm" of the distillery, which had been closed for thirty-seven years.

It was the kind of place where she wouldn’t dare enter even if standing at the entrance, suitable only for someone like Sheriff Frederick, who loved adventure from a young age and later turned it into his career.

It was the first time Artie had felt such a complex mix of emotions.

She had always been action-oriented, crying when she wanted, laughing when she wanted, swearing when she wanted, and being coy when she felt like it.

But today’s feeling of not knowing whether to cry, laugh, curse, or be coy was indeed indescribable.

This wasn’t very Artie-like.

"It was thoughtless of me; I’ll head back to the Brunschwig Distillery immediately to check."

When Sean Lowell admitted his thoughtlessness, Gordon Sterling wasn’t beside him.

If he were, Gordo’s explosive temper would have undoubtedly erupted.