Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 153 - 74: Wen, the Gold Medal Screenwriter, Yi_3

Chapter 153: Chapter 74: Wen, the Gold Medal Screenwriter, Yi_3

"Hmm."

"Didn’t you promise Artie you’d say three words? Why isn’t Summer keeping her word, huh?" Artie was rarely angry for more than an hour, but today it was already seriously overdue.

"Really going back." Summer Fairmont cooperatively added two more words.

"Is that so, huh? This isn’t Artie wanting to go back on her own, this is Summer begging Artie to go back, isn’t it?"

"Yes... I guess." Summer was still a bit unused to it; things that could be explained with two words had to be stretched into three.

"Ah, brother, this and that, since Summer came to the airport to beg for Artie’s forgiveness, Artie will go back with Summer. Ah, brother, remember to help Artie take all her luggage back. When Artie has handled everything here, she’ll go back to inherit the family business and fulfill her duties as the Winters Ambassador! Mwah, Artie loves brother the most!" Screenwriter Vaughn announced a creative failure, and The Pouting Siren made a strong comeback.

Even though she had angrily "run away" early in the morning, Artie really didn’t want to leave.

It was only because Master Sean Lowell missed her that she’d come all the way from home.

They hadn’t even had the chance to spend some time together yet. How could she resolve Master’s yearning for the Ambassador?

Going back just like that, wouldn’t Master Sean Lowell be at a loss?

Artie seemed to have forgotten that she’d already thrown a farewell party yesterday.

She followed Summer Fairmont back without any mental burden. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Leaving behind the roar of the engine.

Leaving behind the National Heartthrob in the wind’s turmoil.

Leaving behind Gordo’s anger, wandering on the blacklist.

Leo Vaughn understood his sister the most.

The one who cried and shouted about leaving this heartbreak overnight was Artie, and the one who didn’t want to leave the most was also Artie.

Even if he had a way to get Artie back now, she wouldn’t be happy.

So what about himself?

The plane was taking off in half an hour, and it was almost time for the boarding announcement.

Was he going or staying?

If he left, he had to hurry to the boarding lounge.

If he stayed, he seemed unable to face Summer Fairmont at all.

Leo Vaughn wasn’t Artie; he couldn’t freely overturn his decisions or deny his own words.

The Pouting Siren could do so at whim, but the Nation’s Gentleman couldn’t.

For reasons unclear, he just couldn’t face her.

The persona, this invisible shackle, was often self-imposed.

The boarding announcement sounded at this moment, and Gordon Sterling became the last passenger to complete the boarding procedures.

"Luggage carrier" Leo Vaughn didn’t have much time to think. As the boarding announcement rang for the second time, he numbly boarded the plane.

This was the first time Leo Vaughn thought that traveling should come with having a private jet.

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"Ah Summer, have you realized your mistake deeply enough, knowing that sneaking around isn’t right, and that’s why you came to ask for Artie’s forgiveness, and are now ready to compete fairly with Artie, huh?" The Devilish Lolita’s idol drama continued.

Summer Fairmont glanced at Artie, wondering if the punk Lolita was going to stick with "sneaking around" all day?

But wait, what does "sneaking around" mean anyway?

Is it a short form for secretly running to a vintage whiskey warehouse and spending a night in the dark?

When did she ever sneak around with Sean Lowell?

She clearly did it on her own.

When Sean Lowell suddenly appeared and was flipped over by her with a shoulder throw, it was clearly daytime.

Besides, Artie, Leo, and Gordon were all obviously present.

Summer Fairmont couldn’t understand why Artie was so fixated on "spending a night in a vintage whiskey warehouse in the dark."

She did sneak to the warehouse alone, no question.

But then, isn’t Artie the one most afraid of the old castle at night?

Shivering from afar, constantly yelling "so scary," and adding "it looks like a haunted house" for good measure.

Summer’s confusion was interpreted by Artie as a refusal of her proposal for fair competition.

Pouting and angry: "Stop the car, Artie wants to get off! Since Summer doesn’t want to compete fairly with Artie, what’s the point of begging Artie to go back?"