From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 208

After a day of hitting the shops, hunger had finally started to nudge her. She was the kind who didn’t fuss over table manners–comfort was her priority, and incidentally, her nonchalance often painted the most beautiful, natural picture.

Sherman glanced sideways, catching sight of her focused indulgence.

Was it really that delectable?

He speared a piece of broccoli, chewing thoughtfully.

It tasted… pretty ordinary, actually.

Bot as he watched her relish her meal, he found himself eating more than he intended.

Nearly full, Anthen waved over the server “Could we get two of your desserts, please?”

The server nodded. “Sure thing”

Sherman’s lips parted slightly. “One is enough for me, I’m stuffed.”

“Don’t worry about it, bring two.” Anthea insisted.“1 can finish them both by myself”

Sherman was speechless. He realized that she never intended to share in the first place.

the desserts arrived, Anthea dove into them with

she could really put it away. He had four sisters, and they all ate very little to maintain their figures, barely touching their food and steering clear of sweets altogether. This had led Sherman to believe that all girls ate sparingly.

he was mistaken.

how his sisters would react if they knew that their self–denial didn’t

her dessert, Sherman just sat there, twirling his cross pendant between his fingers. They didn’t speak,

Anthea finished and headed to the bar to settle the bill, only to learn that Sherman

at him. “Me Christensen, I thought this was my treat. Why did you

a faint smile, his slender fingers tracing the cross pendant. “It doesn’t really matter who pays, but if Ms. Yeager feels compelled to return the favor, there’s a coffee shop not far from here. You could invite me for a cup. And perhaps, you could share some chess strategies with me.”

raised an eyebrow. “You want to play chess with

Sherman nodded, “Yes.”

phone–it wasn’t even 7

gallantly opening the

clean, a reflection of Sherman’s

at the coffee shop shortly after.

knew Sherman well, greeted him with enthusiasm. “Mr. Christensen,

Sherman usually came alone or with Daniel. The sight of him with a beautiful woman was unexpected–could she be the fiancée from Cloudcrest everyone

head was

room, which was decorated with a classic

Sherman gestured for her

settled herself across from him just as the manager brought some steaming coffee. The rising steam blurred their features