Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 125 - 65: An Indescribable Feeling (2)

Obviously, he and Sean were the ones left by Summer Fairmont in the middle of nowhere, and they only made it back to the hotel thanks to the police rescue, so how did it turn into The Jilted’s lack of consideration?

Does justice even exist in this world?

"Huh? No way? Is Master Sean Lowell planning to rush over immediately?" Artie was a bit surprised by Sean’s reaction.

Sean really didn’t know how to respond to Artie’s style of speaking.

"Summer drove there yesterday. If I go see if the car is there, I’ll know if she’s there or not." Sean ignored Artie’s frequent use of repetition and directly stated his next plan.

"So, are Master and the Ambassador on the same page here? Do you have a car? How are you getting over there?" Artie seemed to have forgotten the original reason she messaged Sean.

"Gordon Sterling arranged for a car and driver today, but at this hour, the driver probably isn’t on duty yet. I’ll ask the hotel owner if we can borrow a car. If not, I’ll have Gordon call the driver to come over now."

Islay is not a place where ride-hailing apps are prevalent, and Master Sean Lowell isn’t accustomed to using various apps either.

"Borrow a car... and driver, huh?" Artie didn’t quite know how to continue expressing her true intentions without being obvious: "So... after Master Sean arrives at the Brunschwig Distillery, do you know how to get in?"

Artie finally thought of something essential that only she could handle.

"We’ll figure it out once we’re there; there’s always a way." Sean said, preparing to hang up.

"Ah, Master Sean, hold on a bit, the Ambassador will freshen up, you get ready too, Artie will have her brother drive to pick you up, and we’ll all go together. That way, it’s easier to look out for each other." Artie abandoned her gradual guidance approach.

"Going back and forth like this is a waste of time. I’ll find a way to get there myself." At this point, Sean was not in his usual masterly state.

"I won’t take long, really. Artie’s not the kind of girl who needs hours of makeup to go out. She’s naturally beautiful, looking great even without makeup, and can head out right away."

"Alright then, let’s split up. If anyone finds her, just report back." Sean and The Rhyming Siren were no longer on the same wavelength at all.

"Ah, brother, Master Sean insists on going by himself!" Artie looked over at her brother. With Leo around, Artie didn’t really think much, and even if she did, she barely moved her brain.

Leo took the phone from Artie: "Master Sean, the situation here on Islay is unfamiliar to both of us, but with Artie leading, things would definitely be better. We’ll head out now and picking you up is on the way. That way, when we get there, there are more of us, and it’ll be easier to divide up the search." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Gordo and I saw Summer drive into the Brunschwig Distillery yesterday, so the entrance shouldn’t be hard to find. I’m familiar with that area, you guys can search elsewhere if needed. Leave the distillery to Gordo and me." Sean spoke while heading to Gordo’s room.

Leo glanced at Artie, silently asking his sister: [What do we say now?]

Artie first made a big gesture, and then placed both hands on her face, mimicking a sleeping pose.

Through simple body language, Artie clearly conveyed the fact that [Gordo is sleeping].

After those gestures, Artie continued to brush her teeth with a sense of urgency.

The National Heartthrob always knew just the right thing to say to appease his sister: "If you and Mr. Sterling have a driver, I won’t stop you. But if you’re borrowing a car, you might struggle with the steering here being opposite to that in our country. I originally got my driver’s license in Scotland, so I’m more suited to driving you guys. I’ll start the car now; give me five minutes and I’ll be there."

Ultimately, Sean was unable to leave before The Vaughn Siblings arrived.

Having been isolated from the world for so long, he really wasn’t equipped to handle so many challenges; even arranging a driver was something Gordo helped with.

Due to his size, Gordo isn’t comfortable with standard public transportation; whenever he goes out, it has to be in something like a GMC or at the very least an Alphard.

A regular car, even a long-wheelbase one, couldn’t quite accommodate Gordo’s perfectly proportioned 340-pound physique.