CHAPTER 52: CHAPTER 30: NOT EVEN A TRACE OF WIND COULD BE CAUGHT

Summer Fairmont’s sudden appearance made the atmosphere of the scene a bit subtle.

The Pouting Siren, who always seemed just a step away from tripping, and The Devilish Lolita, who could do nothing when with Summer Fairmont, were now carrying a tray with white porridge and four small dishes out of the dining room.

Artie Vaughn had already prepared everything, planning to stealthily deliver the porridge and dishes to the caretaker’s room for Master Sean Lowell.

Though The Devilish Lolita wasn’t very certain herself, it seemed she was indeed attracted to the man who fainted twice upon meeting her twice.

It was an indescribable, unknown, but very compelling attraction.

The Pouting Siren had a strange thought flash through her mind.

Could it be that a man only becomes attractive to her when he faints in front of her?

What kind of psychology is that?

Logically speaking, in a house with a butler and six helpers, delivering a meal to the caretaker’s room is certainly not something the First Lady of The Winters Family needs to do herself.

Artie insisted on delivering it herself, and Talia Tate smiled without any objection at all.

The Devilish Lolita’s motives were as clear as day.

Artie was almost so shocked by Summer Fairmont’s appearance that she nearly toppled over with the tray.

In a split second, Summer Fairmont swiftly stepped forward, expertly caught Artie, and smoothly took the tray from her hand, preventing it from scattering everywhere like a fairy scattering flowers.

"Ah, Summer, you really scared Artie," The Pouting Siren’s small complaint slipped out without a thought.

What was so scary about such a routine scene?

Facing Summer Fairmont’s inquiring gaze, Artie suddenly didn’t know where to start explaining.

Helping Artie clean up her mess was definitely more routine for Summer Fairmont than having a meal.

Since when did Summer become a cause of fear?

That must not be!

But feeling guilty still seemed unavoidable.

The Devilish Lolita seemed unsure how to explain to Summer Fairmont why she was holding a tray, why Gordon Sterling was sitting in the dining room.

Summer was in such a bad mood today that she wanted to drink herself into oblivion, yet Artie was single-mindedly thinking of bringing food to Master Sean Lowell.

Such poor friendship!

If she had managed to deliver it secretly, that would have been fine, but she just had to be caught by Summer Fairmont.

Artie had a whole new understanding of her own incompetence in achieving her goals and sabotaging them instead.

But, what to do now?

She’d never dealt with a situation like this before.

The National Heartthrob, upon hearing his sister claim she’d been frightened, rushed out of the dining room.

Seeing her brother, The Pouting Siren’s mind went completely blank, and aside from an "Ah, brother" and a pleading look, there was nothing more she could say or express.

"Summer, you’re awake? I just brought Master Sean Lowell and Mr. Sterling back to grab the whiskey for tomorrow’s tasting," Leo Vaughn’s first sentence immediately cleared Artie of any blame.

As someone who witnessed the "car crash scene" of Sean Lowell and Summer Fairmont’s first meeting, the Nation’s Gentleman could easily understand why Artie might be a bit flustered.

After taking on the responsibility, Leo continued to explain, "Artie went up and saw you were sleeping. She also brought back two bottles of whiskey and wasn’t sure which could be opened for tasting. I was afraid of making another mistake, so I thought I’d let Master Sean Lowell rest in the caretaker’s room and wait for you to wake up before discussing it."

In just two sentences, Leo had smoothly clarified the messy situation at hand.

Not only that, Leo very gentlemanly took upon himself all potential responsibilities that might make Summer Fairmont feel resistant.

He had brought the people back, he arranged for the caretaker’s room

If Talia Tate hadn’t immediately agreed to have the butler call the nurse, following the Nation’s Gentleman’s way of handling things, Leo would not have invited Sean Lowell in on such a day.

It wasn’t that he didn’t value Master Sean Lowell, but rather that too much had happened today.

Both Summer Fairmont and Master Sean Lowell needed time to process things.

If Artie and Summer Fairmont had not left with the driver and the car, Leo would have chosen to go home alone, take the whiskey, and deliver it to Gordon Sterling.

But without a driver, Gordon Sterling suggested they stop by to pick it up directly, given their long-standing partnership; Leo found no reason to refuse.

One coincidence led to another, a "strong alliance," creating the situation at hand.

Artie intended to get something light for Sean Lowell to fill his stomach, planning to run to Summer Fairmont’s room and wait for her to wake up.

But when Summer Fairmont came downstairs, it seemed like a real disaster of a scenario where there’s more concern for outsiders than her own best friend.

Artie suddenly felt like she had made a huge, very big mistake.

The Devilish Lolita felt a bit wronged – she was definitely not that kind of "fake friend" who cared less about Summer.

Thankfully, her brother, the most gentlemanly in the universe, helped explain, otherwise, she would just have to act even more pouty.

"Same." Summer Fairmont used these two words to reply to the Nation’s Gentleman, perfectly embodying her cool persona.

This time, Leo Vaughn was a bit confused.

So, it was time for the personal translator to shine: "Ah Summer, you mean the two bottles of whiskey are the same, right? But, uh, they look a bit different though, one has a label and the other doesn’t."

"Tore it off."

"Oh, right, Artie and Summer said they wanted to do a blind tasting with the whiskey, if the labels weren’t torn off, there’d be too much information you can see."

The Devilish Lolita clung to Summer Fairmont again: "This is why Summer is the best, bringing two identical bottles of whiskey and tearing off one label for Master Sean Lowell’s blind tasting. Ah Summer, you’re truly a genius~"

Artie looked at Summer Fairmont who wasn’t angry nor did she turn around to leave, and his courage swelled: "I’ll go take the porridge to the care room, I’ll be back quickly."

Summer Fairmont heard this and didn’t let go of the tray that was already securely in her hands: "I."

"Huh? You? Summer, you want to help me deliver it huh? You..." The Pouting Siren was a bit shocked, feeling like her translation was something out of science fiction.

"Don’t drop it." Summer Fairmont advised lovingly, succinctly.

"Oh, Summer is worried that I might fall? Who falls in their own house though?" The Devilish Lolita couldn’t quite leave her worries aside.

"You." A single word, combined with Summer Fairmont’s emotionless expression, conveyed a heavy truth.

"Ah Summer, you’re so annoying. How about... how about asking the butler to deliver it." Artie finally thought of a compromise.

The Devilish Lolita, with only a small heart, had no confidence to go through repeated catastrophes again.

"Stand properly." Summer Fairmont steadied Artie, who was clinging to her, to make sure The Pouting Siren wouldn’t fall again once she let go, then she took the tray and headed to the care room on the first floor.

The earlier house tour had given Summer Fairmont a very complete understanding of the Winters Family’s mansion.

In terms of the house size alone, the "home" she grew up in was no smaller than the Vaughn Siblings’ rooms.

If that run-down, castle-like house could be called a home at all.

Summer Fairmont had long been used to handling life’s trivial tasks for Artie.

Delivering meals was never within Artie’s scope of abilities, but it was something Summer Fairmont did most often.

In Scotland, Summer Fairmont would frequently prepare a full continental breakfast before Artie woke up and deliver it to Artie’s room with a huge tray.

Artie would wake up and directly have breakfast in bed.

After eating, he would groggily get up to wash his face and brush his teeth.

If proficiency in delivering meals to those lying in bed were to be compared, Summer Fairmont would not lose to the butler in Talia Tate’s house.

Since Artie wanted to deliver it, she helped deliver the porridge.

No one had ever seen Summer Fairmont drunk, so no one knew that once she drank enough to pass out, she would forget many things she didn’t want to remember.

Upon waking up, Summer Fairmont forgot "the scene," and forgot her "childhood without toys."

This kind of forgetting made Summer Fairmont slightly change her view about Sean Lowell’s previous actions.

She didn’t want to recall that childhood darker than the darkest night, but others didn’t know how dark her childhood was.

Why should her own darkness demand that the entire world adapt to her?

Summer Fairmont didn’t want to recall her endlessly dark childhood, but there was no reason to stop others from reminiscing about their own sweet past.

The butler came out from the kitchen and dining room junction, ready to take the tray from Summer Fairmont.

However, Summer Fairmont’s swift actions were far beyond what the Vaughn family could match.

Before the butler got halfway, Summer Fairmont was already at the door of the care room where Sean Lowell was.

Summer Fairmont knocked and entered.

Seeing who had come, Sean Lowell suppressed the urge to openly scrutinize Summer Fairmont, suppressing the impulse as if carved from the same mold.

He was sober now, no longer had excuses to explain his unusual behavior.

Master Sean Lowell’s tone and expression were pure, untouched by any dust: "I’m sorry for the trouble today."

"Mm."

"I hope you don’t mind my previous rudeness." Sean Lowell returned to his calm demeanor that drove 19.8 million fans crazy.

"Mm."

Summer Fairmont would never go crazy for anyone, she just set the tray down.

Then. Turned around. Left.

As if she had never been there.

Sean Lowell stared at Summer Fairmont’s retreating back.

He wanted to say thank you, but couldn’t even catch a trace of the breeze she stirred as she left.