From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 432

It wasn't dead after all.

Sherman raised an eyebrow slightly.

It seemed.

He had underestimated Anthea.

If she could catch a snake with her bare hands, she could surely fish in the deep sea without any tools.

After settling the grouper, Anthea looked up at Sherman, "Aren't you hot in all those layers?"

The temperature by the seaside was soaring above 100 degrees Fahrenheit.

Under the blazing sun, Sherman was still clad in his button-up long coat, looking as elegant as a professor who had time-traveled from the early 20th century. Sherman held onto a rosary, "I've always been like this, not really affected by the cold or heat."

Anthea raised an eyebrow, "Really now?"

"Yeah."

Anthea continued, "Let me check your pulse."

Sherman extended his hand, rolling up his sleeve to reveal his strong wrist, "I've been feeling a bit under the weather lately, check me out, will you?" Anthea placed her fingers on his wrist.

Despite the scorching summer, his hand was somewhat cool.

But his pulse seemed normal.

That was quite peculiar.

this was the first time Anthea had encountered such

her eyebrows slightly but

"Any issues?" Sherman asked.

seems fine,

slightly, "Are you

nodded seriously, "I'm

frowned slightly, wondering if she had

Sherman was skeptical of Anthea's

pulse, there's no problem.

his rosary beads, recalling his symptoms, "Sometimes, I just lose control, my heart races, and I can

this sounded

her medical skills be failing

why couldn't she detect what was

Anthea was a loner, naturally unaware that these were

did these symptoms

two or three months

a pattern

really, sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the afternoon, and sometimes at

rosary, "No pattern there either, sometimes once a week, sometimes every two

handed his

carefully to Sherman's

and steady, with a normal rate of 90 beats

no issue, but it

Strange!

This was truly baffling!

Anthea was doubting herself.

figure it out?"