From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 207

Meanwhile, on the other side of town.

Anthea had proinised Sherman Christensen a dinner out on Saturday night, to after spending the day window shopping, the holed up in het hotel room in the evening to look for a restmeani

She found a well reviewed vegetarian bist online and looked up at Sarah “Hey Sarah, let’s go out for dinner tonight.”

“you’re taking Mr Oxistensen out?” Sarah inquired

Althea noaded slightly

Clutching her phone, Sarah said. “Ann, count me out”

“Why’s that Anthea asked, puzzled.

ntinued. “Mr. Christensen’s got this intense num, I just can’t handle it! Every time I get into his car, I feel like I can’t breathe…”

ah wasn’t lying. She genuinely felt a bit intimidated by Sherman. Sure, he was handsome, followed a strict vegetarian diet, and was voutly spintual, but her fear seemed to emanate from her very bones, completely beyond her control.

Cunous Sarah followed up. “Ann, aren’t you even a little scared of Mr. Christensen?”

Anthea raised an evebrow playfully, “Scared? What’s there to be scared of? He doesn’t bite!”

“I

I can’t quite put my finger on it, but he’s just… intimidating!” Sarah added, “You go on, I’ll wait for you here at the hotel.”

Truth be told, Sarah had her own little plan.

ordinary guy, and

and seemed cold, Sarah had a hunch that he felt something

those two ended up together? Sarah definitely

going to Capital City’s most famous vegetarian bistro tonight. You sure you want to miss out?” Anthea

Ann, stop worrying about me. Go on, have

placed it

“Mhm” Sarah nodded.

bistro wasn’t far from the hotel; a mere 20–minute walk. Considering Capital City’s notorious traffic jams, Anthea

was a sunny day, patches of snow still clung

the sun began to set, its rays refracted off the

Her hat, with a veil

help but give her admining

she arrived at the

dressed in a simple, elegant suit, a rosary twined in his fingers,

the window.

light played across his sharp features, adding

to hold his gaze for too long.

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early, Mr. Christensen, Anthea

back at her, replying briefly, “Only a

hat and placed it on the

a cup of

crisp and sweet on the palate a sign of fine tea.

took another sip and asked, “Have you ordered, Mr. Christensen?”