Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 81 - 50: Forgotten Past, Confusion in His Eyes (3)

Chapter 81: Chapter 50: Forgotten Past, Confusion in His Eyes (3)

Sean Lowell seemed to murmur to himself: "She, is my sister."

Gordon Sterling opened his mouth, but for a moment, even the top comedian didn’t know how to respond.

What is this?

Lord Yeats loves dragons?

Saying every day he wants to find his sister, and now that he has, he’s looking so lifeless?

"Get up, this is how you act when you’ve found your sister? People who don’t know might think your sister died..." Gordon was angry, on the verge of losing his temper.

Manager Sterling felt for his artist’s current state, but his way of expressing concern was always somewhat unconventional.

Plus, he recently had a strong bias against the word "sister," so that last sentence just slipped out.

Before he finished speaking, Gordon regretted it.

He realized he’d let his mouth run off.

"Gordon, I lost my mom." Sean’s tone sounded calm, but his whole being radiated endless sorrow.

True sadness, something words can’t fully convey.

"..."

Gordon always managed to leave Sean speechless.

This was the first time he was rendered speechless twice in a row by Sean.

Gordon was silent for a full minute.

After a long silence, Gordon broke the dead air.

"You’ve found your sister, now get up, wash your skinny face clean, and go meet her properly. You’re not planning to create another car crash scene, are you? I offered to come with you, but you insisted on coming alone? See what happened now? Without me, you can’t manage at all."

Dodging the issue and diverting the topic is a basic skill for a talk show host.

"I really can’t manage."

"Are you even a man, responding like that?"

Gordon reached for Sean’s forehead, checking his temperature, which he found cooler than his own palm, and felt a bit relieved, then proceeded to check Sean "inside and out, top to bottom."

Gordon had wanted to properly check his artist for a long time, but the artist never cooperated like this.

Gordon was big but not as strong as Sean, nor could he run as fast as Sean.

At 340 pounds, chasing Sean for a check-up wasn’t an easy task.

Gordon did this on purpose, trying to provoke Sean into getting up from bed.

Upon arrival, Gordon had already asked the Lochindaal Hotel owner about Sean’s situation.

Elder Ford had specially called the hotel owner, saying his apprentice had never been abroad, and asked the owner to look after him in case of any issues.

The owner told Gordon that once Sean checked in, he went out to gather information, returned hours later, and locked himself in his room without stepping out since.

He hadn’t ordered any food, nor had he left the room. When the staff knocked, Sean simply said, "It’s fine, no need, thank you."

The genius from the handsome earth had no ideas left.

The Jilted planned to abandon himself?

This seemed a thousand times more distressing than knowing he had Stockholm Syndrome.

Gordon thought for a moment and finally put away his usual provoking rhetoric: "Get up and eat something. I asked the chef to make oatmeal porridge for you. Go down and eat some, isn’t there still a sister waiting for you to meet her?"

Sean raised his eyes to look at Gordon, full of sorrow and emptiness.

Having not closed his eyes for too long, there were bloodshot veins in them.

"Gordon, I can’t acknowledge Summer Lowell."

"You..." Gordon started, but could find no words to lighten the mood or any phrase to adjust the atmosphere.

"Gordon, do you know? I can’t even let Summer think of me."

"Gordon, what should I do? I seem really unable to handle this."

Sean was thoroughly collapsing.

Confused, sad, hopeless.

Luckily, his years living with Elder Ford had made him mentally more robust, able to express his feelings.

If he were to bear this alone, he would suffer a trauma worse than Stockholm Syndrome.

"You’re just a wine-tasting expert and winemaking laborer. With your emotional intelligence, what can you handle? Just stick to tasting and making wine. I’ve said it before, once I’m here, everything will be settled."

Gordon snatched the pile of old newspapers from Sean’s hand, pulled him off the bed, and pushed him out of the room: "Get down there and drink the oatmeal porridge, leave the rest to me."