ヾ(≧O≦)〃~What~Mommy~Holy~Excuse me!
Saying to a young girl you meet for the first time, "You look exactly like my mom."
This kind of approach is very Gordon, but Gordo isn't even here right now!
How could such words come from the calm, elegant, and remarkably appealing Master Sean Lowell?
Absolutely not!
If fans of The Dump Me Alliance heard this, they would definitely feel they were hearing things.
Summer Fairmont had never paid attention to Gordon Sterling's live streams and was never anyone's fan. She looked up at Sean Lowell.
She suddenly recalled how Leo Vaughn greeted her the first time they met.
No comparison, no harm.
Summer Fairmont has always been a person of few words, and now she really didn't know how to respond.
The expectation in Sean Lowell's eyes had reached a burning degree, and even his cheeks were slightly flushed.
Once again, this is very Gordon, not at all Sean Lowell.
Summer Fairmont rushed from Scotland to guard Artie Vaughn.
But she never thought that The Pouting Siren had suddenly taken a liking to a guy who would use such a "horrifying" opening line.
Summer Fairmont rarely furrowed her brows.
Is this really what the girl with the loli face and devilish figure likes?
Despite being the co-founder of the Health Punk Association, Summer Fairmont was used to young men and women being inconsistent and contradictory, but she was still surprised by Artie's bizarre standards for choosing a partner.
Summer Fairmont thought to herself: No wonder the enchantress Artie has always preferred people misunderstanding her as a lesbian rather than finding a partner.
Was it because she dismissed the previous people who liked her as not odd enough?
Summer Fairmont found it hard to understand.
But her slightly furrowed brow only flashed by.
Others can be ignored when they talk, but this peculiar guy who has caught the Pouting Siren's interest seems to require some attention.
Being a protector of her girl, doesn't she have to help look out?
But Summer Fairmont really didn't know how to respond. She thought for a second and decided to use the same tactic. Facing the somewhat peculiar-looking Sean Lowell, her opening line turned into: "Like my dad."
Summer Fairmont's minimalist speaking style isn't something that most people can instantly understand.
Sean Lowell was confused, hesitant, and his eyes and expression appeared even less natural.
Summer Fairmont felt satisfied.
If you can't speak properly, then don't speak.
No one knew Sean Lowell Master's hesitant eyes suddenly turned bright again: "I look like your dad? Really? You remember what your dad looks like, right? You actually remember, don't you?"
Sean Lowell's eyes carried light, completely unrecognizable as the master wine taster with an artisan aura mingled with a celestial presence.
"Died last month." Concise and straightforward has always been Summer Fairmont's way with words.
Summer Fairmont emitted cool vibes when she said this.
No one could know her real feelings at this moment.
Normally, one would offer an "I'm sorry" or "My condolences" now.
But Master Sean Lowell did not.
He merely extinguished the light in his eyes, and then stopped talking.
Summer Fairmont seized this opportunity to look away from Sean Lowell's burning gaze.
Isn't Artie supposed to be looking for a Nation's Gentleman like her brother?
The man within sight here, a gentleman?
Ha, gentleman.
Did he mistake the antonym dictionary for the synonym dictionary?
Just when Summer Fairmont thought it was all over, the light that had just vanished in Sean Lowell's eyes flared up again: "I heard from the Wine Winters Ambassador that your family is in whiskey. So, is your dad responsible for brewing, or is it your mom? What's your mom's surname? Do you take your mom's surname?"
When Sean Lowell's series of nonsensical questions were thrown out, Summer Fairmont's expression turned completely unpleasant.
Mentioning "You look exactly like my mom" when first meeting is enough. For the sake of Artie, she barely tolerated it.
Summer Fairmont tried her best to understand it as Artie liking a guy who isn't great at making small talk.
Such guys may be a bit tongue-tied, but it also means they lack experience in love— not the type to use sweet nothings to deceive feelings.
Artie's crush can be bad at speaking because Artie herself can speak for two, but absolutely shouldn't be one with a history in a sea of lovers.