CHAPTER 54: CHAPTER 31: NATION’S GENTLEMAN’S SMILE (PART 2)

Artie quickly came to his own little decision.

But, but, but...

The Devilish Lolita probably didn’t check today’s almanac.

If she had, she would definitely have noticed that it said — everything is fine, except for food delivery.

The butler hadn’t even managed to deliver the utensils from the kitchen to Artie’s hands before they were intercepted by the 340-pounder.

The top comedian hadn’t said a word since entering.

Uncharacteristically quiet.

Gordon Sterling felt a bit uneasy, even though he had come in, he wasn’t sure what was going to happen next.

Talia Tate was too excited at the time.

As a partner of five years, Gordo certainly knew Leo’s Mother’s health condition very well.

He couldn’t use his usual straightforwardness to attack an elder who couldn’t take the shock.

But whether Talia’s unintentional "just like" would stir some inappropriate ripples in Sean Lowell’s heart.

Sean Lowell always said he liked the feeling of disappointment.

Because only disappointment means nothing has been forgotten.

But how many people in this world can truly enjoy disappointment?

Summer Fairmont took the tray, Artie could still feel wronged, but once The Jilted’s agent intervened, The Pouting Siren completely hid the heart that had been mischievous since childhood.

Among all those present today, the person Artie feared the most was definitely Gordon Sterling.

If Summer got angry, she could still act coy over and over again, endlessly — coquettish.

Artie had experienced Gordo’s harsh, logical tongue, and she was no match.

The 340-pound weight could hardly be swayed by just acting cute.

Hope ===＞ Wronged ===＞ Ecstasy ===＞ Despair, all within a minute, which is even less time than it takes for a roller coaster ride, right?

"Summer Darling, come over here quickly, take a look and see if the midnight snack I made is the same as yours," Talia invited Summer Fairmont over to sit by her.

Summer Fairmont heeded.

After just three seconds of despair, The Devilish Lolita decided to follow the guidance of the "old almanac".

"Ah mom, how can you do this, Artie isn’t your favorite darling anymore?" Artie walked over jealously to the "second-class" seat across from Summer Fairmont, originally belonging to Leo.

Liking a boy happens in an instant.

Pursuing a boy, how can it take morning and night?

"Artie darling, you’ve been back for three days already, and your mom has already gotten over the freshness of your return. Let mom enjoy some novelty for two days, okay?"

"Ah well, those who go out must eventually pay their dues." Artie, full of grievance, turned to her brother who had just moved to a "third-class seat" for comfort, "Artie now understands the feeling of being replaced, it’s so hard, asking for a hug of love."

"Then I’ll always have new feelings for only you, how about that?" Leo helped Artie pull her chair, and when she sat down, he pushed it back to the most appropriate position.

The other chairs were pushed by the butler, but only Artie’s was "served" by Leo himself.

Even at home, Leo’s gentlemanly behavior towards his sister was 360 degrees, all-encompassing without missing a beat.

"Brother is still the best." Artie sweetly smiled at Leo, making him feel that the greatest beauty in the world was just this.

Leo smiled, and it was a smile as beautiful as Artie’s.

It’s said that men shouldn’t wear mourning clothes, but that phrase doesn’t quite fit here.

But Leo and his white double-breasted Alexander McQueen suit merged into one perfectly.

White from head to toe, even the shoes were white.

Leo’s all-white look was anything but dull.

The oversized black floral patterns, abstract and deep, highlighted Leo’s British gentlemanly aura.

The matching trousers, with the slimmest fit and shorter cut than traditional trousers, gave Leo’s already tall and slender figure an illusion of two-meter-long legs.

White is a color without any emotions, while the expressive black floral patterns perfectly accentuated Leo’s inner world.

In Leo’s world, there’s only one girl worth pampering with all his heart.

If the range upgrades from girl to woman, his mother Talia Tate must be added too.

All other women should be treated with gentlemanly manners and kept at a distance.

The Nation’s Gentleman’s smile was magazine cover worthy, hailed by countless young women as — the world’s most beautiful smile.

But every time such a smile appeared, a strange voice echoed in Leo’s mind.

Like a reminder, or a warning — [Why are you smiling? Are you happy? If you keep this up, you’ll really be single for life.]

Leo chose to ignore the unexpected "sounds" invading his mind now and then.

Why wouldn’t he be happy?

Being able to protect his mom and sister this way, being single for life, what’s wrong with that?

Leo liked and longed for this kind of life.

But sometimes, the more you fight against the voice in your heart, the more it pops up.

And each time, it becomes stronger.

Leo didn’t like the voice that emerged in his heart one bit, so he even went to see a doctor about it.

The doctor told him he had a lack of sense of security and severe depression.

Leo couldn’t believe it; it was his first time seeing a doctor and he encountered a quack.

A man who smiles 24 hours a day, he, the Nation’s Gentleman, how could he have depression?

Then, the doctor told Leo, there is a type of depression called — smiling depression.

Artie’s smile is like a radiant sun.

Leo’s smile is like gentle moonlight.

Moonlight can also light up the night, but it can’t melt the darkness of the night.