Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 87 - 52: If Deep Affection Fails, Try Mathematics

When Artie once again adjusted the camera, she saw the face on the phone screen changed from Sean Lowell to Summer Fairmont.

"Ah, Summer, how could you not let Master Sean Lowell answer the call himself!"

A two-second interval, exactly the same tone, yet with the addition of one "not," the meaning completely reversed.

If it were someone else being so indecisive and contradictory, Summer Fairmont would have ignored them long ago.

But Artie isn’t just anyone; she’s the co-founder of The Wellness Punk Association, and being contradictory is a privilege granted to her by the association.

Summer Fairmont said nothing and handed the phone back to Sean Lowell for the second time.

In a video call, the voice automatically turns on the speaker.

Sean Lowell could refuse to take the call if he didn’t want to.

This time, Master Sean Lowell’s response was much quicker than last time: "Hello, Winters Ambassador."

"Ah~ ah...! Master Sean Lowell, you nearly scared Artie’s phone out of her hand again, if the screen breaks, the ambassador will make the master compensate. Master Sean Lowell, let Artie calm down first, okay!"

Artie seemed to talk to herself: "What to do, what to do, Artie has so many questions, where should she start?"

Sean Lowell said nothing; he looked up at Summer Fairmont.

Since the ambassador asked him to wait, he would wait.

If he could not say a word and just look at Summer, it would be far more peaceful than any situation Sean had thought possible for being with Summer Lowell.

But The Pouting Siren did not give him a chance to quietly watch his little sister:

"Master Sean Lowell, you seem to be a bit unwell, is it because Artie gave you a fever last time and you haven’t recovered yet? Do you need Artie to go to Scotland to take care of you? Artie’s care for patients is unparalleled and earth-shaking."

Summer Fairmont is used to being expressionless; if she had any expression, she would be facepalming and sighing right now.

What patient would be so out of their mind as to want care from The Wrestling Siren?

Remember, on a certain day of a certain year and month, Summer Fairmont was clearly not sick, yet Artie insisted she was and wanted to make porridge for her.

When The Pouting Siren’s maternal glory wants to shine, it’s unstoppable.

Then Artie made a bowl of porridge that was questionable if it belonged in the realm of human food.

Summer Fairmont did a lot of mental preparation, telling herself that even if it was alien food, she had to temporarily convert her stomach to alien mode.

Just then, The Wrestling Siren, with porridge and all, fell directly onto Summer Fairmont’s bed.

If it weren’t for the blanket covering Summer Fairmont, there would have been at least 30% of her body burned.

Summer Fairmont had no time to worry whether she had any injuries because when Artie fell, a hand touched that steaming alien food bowl.

Summer Fairmont jumped up from the bed and performed emergency burn treatment for Artie.

Such treatment, Summer Fairmont had already perfected, having practiced on herself since she was four years old.

The Devilish Lolita’s unparalleled and earth-shaking catchphrases, it’s always right to interpret them the opposite way.

"I’m fine, thanks for the concern, Winters Ambassador." Sean Lowell’s voice was a bit clearer than before.

"How can you say you’re fine? You are like this now, looking just a bit too... uh... touchingly attractive." Artie often overestimates many of her abilities, including Chinese.

She triumphantly swapped "pitiful" for "touchingly attractive," not pondering whether the latter was less suitable to describe a self-disciplined, tall Master of Brewing.

"..."

Sean Lowell really didn’t know how to respond to "touchingly attractive."

Artie quickly understood the deeper meaning of the ellipsis hanging on Sean Lowell’s face—

Hesitation means being unsure, being unsure means he hasn’t figured it out, not figured out means he’s not really fine.

Artie shook her ink-black eyes left and right swiftly, and thought of a solution for Sean Lowell not really being fine:

"Master Sean Lowell, whether you’re here or not, Artie’s missing function will always monotonically increase. The ambassador misses the master like forgetting an important exam formula. Seeing you is like solving the last math and physics question in the exam." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

There’s nothing a confession can’t solve.

If once isn’t enough, then twice.

If in person doesn’t work, then via video.

If deep emotion fails, try math.