From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 226

Alex’s physique was nothing short of impressive, the sort that even a professional fitness trainer might envy. His only flaw was the patchwork of scars, large and small, that crisscrossed his back. Though they were old, they remained stark against his skin.

Around his neck, he wore a simple red cord, from which dangled a small wooden charm, polished to a shine through years of wear. Such charms were typically worn for protection by children under the age of ten, yet Alex clung to his as if it held some deeper significance. The red of the cord had faded, but it was clean and well–kept.

After a long shower, Alex emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a black silk robe that hinted at the sculpted abs beneath.

He let his damp hair air dry as he settled down at his desk, ready to draw.

His childhood injuries had left him with fragmented memories, and sometimes a sudden flash of recollection would compel him to capture the fleeting images on paper.

numerous scars. Before him stood a little girl, bending down as if speaking to him, offering comfort to ease his pain. She was

well of unspoken torment, which only began to dissipate as he took the wooden charm

agreed to his request to become his

respect.

a devoted mother and an uncle. “Please make yourself comfortable, Kendrick,” said

with a smile, “Thank you, Annie’s Mom, your

cozy three–bedroom home, a stark contrast to the cold, sprawling estate where Kendrick lived,

Nanson offered, placing a steaming cup before Kendrick.

before asking about Anthea. Carole informed him she had gone