CHAPTER 58: CHAPTER 34: FOR ALL LIFETIMES, FOREVER AND EVER, FOR ETERNITY

"Can we negotiate with Manager Sterling?" Sean looked at Gordon with an immaculate gaze.

Gordo was a bit exasperated facing someone who wouldn’t be provoked no matter what.

Is it because my expression isn’t serious enough? Is it because my bulk isn’t intimidating enough?

How come I can’t even suppress The Jilted, who got dumped by the same girl 50 times?

"Can you spit out some ivory first?" Gordon’s tiny eyes could hardly convey his world-crushing stare with full effect.

"I’m no longer feverish. Once I finish this bottle, I’ll pull out the drip and skip the nutritional shots, alright?" Sean continued his "negotiation" with an undisturbed tone.

"Put away those rows of white teeth, what you spit out will never be ivory!" Gordon was angry. Why, when Sean looked at him, did his firm beliefs waver?

"Look, it’s not like I’m too sick to eat. I’ll skip the nutritional shots and eat more later, okay?" Sean kept negotiating.

Even the naturally hot-headed Gordo found Sean’s attitude so good that he had no temper left.

Gordon reached out to feel Sean’s forehead, then shook his hand disdainfully as if he’d touched something he shouldn’t have.

Gordo expressed discomfort on his face: "Damn, that’s scorching."

Gordon’s reaction was somewhat exaggerated, but Sean’s forehead wasn’t warmer than Gordon’s palm. Judging by hand sensitivity, the fever had indeed gone down.

This perception made Gordo truly relieved.

"Aren’t there nurses here? I see this IV might be hard to remove; let’s find a nurse to help. If we need you to remove the needle later, and you accidentally draw blood, you’ll faint at the sight of blood, and I’ll have to take you to the hospital, right?"

"Who’s fainting at the sight of blood? I’m fainting at you, not blood!"

Sean smiled without responding.

Back in school, Sean had already opened a special channel for Gordon, only accepting positive messages and automatically blocking negatives.

Gordon’s mouth, always full of deceit.

"Alright, what do you actually want?" Gordon gave in, speaking normally, unable to handle Sean’s unblinking gaze.

Of course, what Gordo couldn’t handle was the 19.8 million blind members of the Dump Me Alliance in the live stream.

Those people must have mush for brains to seek The Jilted’s smiling face daily.

Claiming they’ve never seen The Jilted smile.

Flooding the screen — [Witnessed today, die tomorrow, life fulfilled.]

Fulfilled, huh? Just fulfilled!

"I want to try Summer Fairmont’s family Whiskey later." Sean revealed his true request.

"How long are you going to go crazy about a name?"

"No, Winters Ambassador said the name was translated casually, and mentioned not wanting it to cause issues during the live stream. I think she makes sense. It’s not necessary to be on-site to start a blind tasting, right?"

"Did you lose your sense of smell or taste?" Gordon sat on the bed with a thud, causing a quake-like tremor, drawing circles around his mouth and nose with his chubby right hand, eyes filled with endless worry.

"Won’t know until I try, right?" Sean signaled Gordon to relax with his eyes.

Gordon was furious: "Why don’t you stare at the sky, the ground, the light bulb, the floor? Why stare at me?"

"Because you’re handsome."

"..."

Gordon accepted defeat.

He could argue with the sky, ground, air, earth, but he couldn’t argue with his universe-shattering handsomeness, a truth known to humans and gods alike.

"Just asking you one thing, if there’s a problem with that whiskey, are you still going to stream tomorrow?" Gordon, after confirming Sean had recovered, finally had spare energy to worry about his reputation.

"I promised I wouldn’t regret the decision to stream." Sean recalled his promise to Artie and wouldn’t forget promises made to a brother.

But after the promise, it shifted to following orders, becoming the junior artist under Manager Sterling: "The live stream is yours, Streamer Sterling. If you don’t let me in, I won’t cross the line; if you let me stream, then I will."

"If I tell you to interact with fans in the live stream, speak properly, will you do it?" Gordo suddenly adopted Mr. Sterling’s rigorous stance.

"Will do. I only refused to speak during the first chart. I felt I wasn’t ready and feared saying too much wrong. You might’ve forgotten, by the second chart, it was you who didn’t let me talk, saying it was to maintain The Jilted’s persona." Sean reminded Gordon that the persona was his idea.

"In the first two years, Lowe-Fairmont Tipples was still in its early stages, naturally needing solid fan support. Now it’s steady as a rock, so your persona can be whatever. You said ’fortune and murder’ the day before yesterday, and it’s been trending for three days straight."

Despite his small eyes, Gordon still looked at Sean in the hospital bed with a very business-like gaze: "If you really go to Lowe-Fairmont Tipples’ press conference, I’m signing with a security company."

Sean couldn’t handle Gordon’s seriousness: "Alright, you can go."

"How can you tell me to ’go’? That’s disrespectful!" Gordon was very angry, nearly indignant, almost breaking the bed by sitting and refusing to leave.

It was Gordon’s unique way to express inner elation through angry gestures.

"Then what should I say?" Sean adapted readily.

"Please tell me, you can ’roll away’." Gordon’s voice of the gods often mismatched tone and content.

Gordon only removed the word ’you’ designated for Sean when internally elated.

Sean reluctantly violated his long-term people-pleasing personality: "Get lost!"

"All right then! I’ll promptly ’roll’ away!" Three hundred forty pounds rolled away as if light as a "ball".

Being with Gordo, wanting over five minutes without laughter was extremely challenging.

...............

"Ah, Summer, Artie wants to interview you for a moment, how does finishing 90-degree whiskey feel, huh?" Artie decided to change the topic to brighten the mood.

"Bent." Summer Fairmont’s two-word "king returns".

"Ah? Bent... bent? Does it mean bent for all eternity, forever together with Artie?" The Pouting Siren’s imagination and her coy skills were neck and neck: "Alcohol content so high it alters one’s sexual orientation? If so, isn’t Artie becoming siblings’ competition?"

Summer Fairmont traced a line in the air, then bent it at a 90-degree right angle: "Straight. Bent."

When verbal ability falls short, action can supplement.

Which line doesn’t bend with a 90-degree turn?

Straight-flat bent, bent beyond bent.

"Ah hahaha, Summer learned to joke when?" Artie felt as if Summer belatedly grasped something with guilt.

"Just now."

"..."

The Devilish Lolita’s mind began a battle between heaven and earth.

Gordon returned to the restaurant, finally pausing The Pouting Siren’s rich inner activity.

"I’m just heading out to personally check on the security company’s folks. Not seeing them makes me uneasy. Could you have Mr. Vaughn ask the nurse to recheck Sean’s temperature, and if confirmed fine, remove the drip?"

"I should be back in about forty-five minutes to pick him up. If you have any liquor you need his early insight on, wait until he finishes eating before giving it to him."

When speaking to anyone but Sean, Gordon didn’t throw around "you" weightlessly.

Artie stood up within two seconds after Leo stood, following suit: "Ah, brother, you go see off Mr. Vaughn."

Looking around as Leo took Gordon to the door, Artie spoke again: "Ah, Summer, I’m checking if Master Sean is eating properly, okay?"

Then Artie dashed off like a breeze.

ヾ(≧O≦)〃~Nani~Mami~Hoo~Excuse me!

What happened to eternally togetherness?