Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More

Chapter 122 - 64: Stuffing Two Pieces of Tofu In for Show_2

For example, "Artie is really too stuffed today, surely will have a stomachache tonight, so Summer should accompany Artie a little. If nothing happens at midnight, Summer can then decide whether to leave."A myriad of reasons, a variety of excuses.

Artie was making such a lame excuse for the first time, and didn’t hold out much hope.

But strangely, as long as Artie didn’t insist that Summer Fairmont give up her apartment, Summer didn’t particularly mind staying over at her place.

After all, except for the initial period when they first met, Artie and Summer didn’t spend a lot of time on Islay.

Islay’s population is too small to support a decent university, and both Artie and Summer attended university in Glaslow.

At the University of Glaslow, they lived in the school apartments, in different rooms of the same suite.

The school suites had rooms that could be rented separately, and it was within Summer’s budget, so there was never any disagreement over accommodation.

Whether it was a hundred meters, two hundred meters, or two different rooms in the same apartment, Summer never missed Artie’s breakfast time.

Artie called Summer, but Summer didn’t answer.

Artie called Summer again, and the phone was directly turned off.

Artie was very angry.

She just returned to the country for a few days, why has everything changed?

If Artie really couldn’t bring Summer back in a short time, would they not even have a plastic friendship over the phone in the future?

Artie, still in her pajamas, without washing her face, walked directly to the small apartment two hundred meters away to "demand an explanation."

Her hair deliberately messy, her eyes as weary as possible.

If Artie didn’t trick Summer back to her house for a week, she wouldn’t be The Pouting Siren.

Artie rang the doorbell for half a day, and didn’t hear any response from inside, which made her inexplicably panicky.

The Wrestling Siren rushed back home at full speed.

Running is a huge hassle for an un-bra-wearing 36D.

This kind of distress, only those who experience it would know.

While others swing their arms when running, Artie had to start holding her chest with both arms after just two steps.

Even so, it felt like a fate worse than death.

Running is probably the most unsuitable exercise in the world for a 36D, bar none.

The Devilish Lolita woke up the jet-lagged Nation’s Gentleman with a terrified face: "Ah brother, help me, help me quick."

Leo instinctively sat up from the bed: "What’s wrong? Don’t be afraid, I’m here."

"It’s Summer... Summer is missing." Artie’s breathing was heavy, not sure if it was from running or from holding her chest.

"How could she just disappear like that?"

"Summer comes over every morning to make me breakfast. Rain or hail, it’s always the same, but she didn’t come today."

"Maybe it’s because brother is here, Summer thought it wasn’t necessary." Leo, still not fully awake, said in a slightly hoarse, doting voice.

"Impossible, Summer wouldn’t let anyone stop her from making breakfast for Artie. Summer must be missing, I called her the first time and it went through but she didn’t answer. The second time, it was directly unreachable." Artie insisted her anxiety wasn’t unfounded.

"Summer’s phone might just be out of battery, don’t worry too much and frighten yourself." Leo patted Artie’s head to calm her down a bit.

"No way! I just went to Summer’s place to find her, and there was no response from inside. Summer must be missing. Ah brother, do you think Summer was kidnapped?" Artie grew more worried as she spoke.

"Islay has such good public safety, when has there been a kidnapping case? If people could just disappear randomly, I wouldn’t have let you come here. Be good, catch your breath first."

When Artie was young, Leo often helped her regain her composure.

Now grown up, it’s a bit inconvenient.

Even for twin siblings, there’s some level of propriety in the relationship.

"No matter how good the safety on Islay is, there are still outsiders. Who knows what those suddenly visiting Islay are up to? Like Master Sean Lowell and Gordo who insisted on leaving with Summer. They definitely have a problem. Brother, quickly call them to ask where they’ve hidden my Summer, immediately, right now!"