Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 144 - 71: What an Endearing Nickname! (Part 3)

Chapter 144: Chapter 71: What an Endearing Nickname! (Part 3)

Summer Fairmont’s first reaction to the dish name was to find a mask.

After finding it, she went to the fridge’s fruit preservation area to look for bananas.

Most of the ingredients had been used up yesterday, except for the untouched bananas.

Summer looked for a while and finally found the bananas in a very hidden spot.

The banana peanut butter fried sandwich wasn’t in Summer’s memory just then, but the dish name was simple and clear, without any difficulty in preparation.

As the scent of bananas wafted through the air, Artie Vaughn rushed out of the room wearing sunglasses.

Wearing sunglasses in the morning, well, that’s quite Wellness Punk.

"Why does it smell like bananas? Summer is allergic to bananas, quickly put them away!" Artie was a bit nervous.

"Banana allergy?" Sean Lowell was surprised again.

"Yep, yep, our Summer gets nauseous when she smells bananas, eats a bite and she’ll vomit, eat more and she’ll end up in the hospital."

"But isn’t Summer the biggest fan of bananas?"

"That’s impossible! Artie’s never eaten them, how could Summer love them? Didn’t you see Summer was wearing a mask? You can’t just keep torturing Summer because of one shoulder throw, can you?"

Artie put the unopened bananas back in the most hidden spot in the fridge.

While Sean and Artie bickered, Summer had already prepared the banana peanut butter fried sandwich.

Despite her banana allergy, Summer "recklessly" grabbed a sliced piece of the sandwich and stuffed it into her mouth.

The taste from childhood, no matter how long it’s been, will flash through the mind the moment they reunite.

"Tasty!" Summer was a bit surprised; the words seemed to be directed at Artie, yet also sounded like a self-mutter.

Artie panicked, rushing to Summer with the kitchen trash bin, afraid that she’d vomit the next second.

No one knew how much banana was in that sandwich; if it’s a lot, maybe it’s another day for calling an ambulance.

Artie didn’t see Summer vomit the banana she ate but instead ate a second banana peanut butter fried sandwich.

"Summer, what are you doing, are you out of your mind?" Artie was utterly frantic. She once didn’t believe someone could be allergic to bananas and used a game-won wager to force Summer to eat half, landing Summer straight into the hospital.

"I’m fine." Summer gestured for Artie to be calm.

Sean also smiled at Artie: "Ambassador doesn’t know Summer loves banana peanut butter fried sandwiches?"

Artie had never seen Sean smile at her; his otherworldly smile resembled a crystal-clear stream, mesmerized, and continuously tempting her to explore its secrets.

Sean’s smile was so pure it was intoxicating, yet it deeply hurt Artie’s reddened eyes hidden behind her sunglasses.

After so many years, had she known a fake Summer?

Artie took a banana and went closer to Summer.

Summer had already removed her mask before eating the sandwich.

Smelling the raw banana, she immediately had a reflex to vomit.

Summer quickly put her mask back on to avoid vomiting in front of Artie and Sean.

Artie was initially upset, and now even more so, feeling that the Summer she knew was so fake.

With Sean, she was eating so joyfully, but with her, she couldn’t stand it.

"Is Summer not even trying to pretend now?" Artie was straightforwardly angry.

"Maybe our Summer can’t eat raw bananas, but fried ones are fine." Sean thought for a moment, finding what he believed to be the most reasonable explanation to comfort Artie.

When Sean and Summer Lowell were little, the house wouldn’t have fruits with strong scents.

Durian and jackfruit wouldn’t appear, and neither would bananas.

Mostly to accommodate Sean and Quinn Fairmont’s taste and smell.

Sean’s explanation only made Artie completely furious.

She was directly so angered she laughed: "Ha, our Summer, such a cordial term!"

If Artie hadn’t mentioned it, Sean wouldn’t have realized he said "our Summer."

He had previously called Summer "Summer," borrowing it from Artie.

Now using "our Summer" was also borrowed from Artie’s recent words.

Sometimes misunderstandings pile up like this, one after another, until you don’t know how to explain.

The noise in the kitchen was nothing short of huge.

Someone like Gordon Sterling, who sleeps deeply and couldn’t be awakened, couldn’t hear it, but Leo Vaughn, who has always slept lightly, quickly came from the bedroom to the kitchen.