From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 441

"Wash up, will ya?"

Sherman turned to tackle the dishes.

Anthea spun around, heading for the living room.

No sooner had she reached it than she burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Sherman looked back, "What's so funny?"

Anthea, pointing at the TV, managed to say, "I can't...this guy on TV...such a goof!"

Her laughter grew even louder, unrestrained.

Sherman, puzzled, wondered if Anthea was poking fun at him, but he had no proof.

After the dishes, Sherman brought out a platter of snacks.

Peeled lychees and mangosteen.

Sliced pineapple.

And sweet, juicy watermelon.

Before they knew it, five days had flown by.

In these five days, Anthea and Sherman's interactions became more relaxed, less formal, just like Karen had said - Anthea now treated Sherman as if he were a close buddy. The island wasn't big.

Over the past five days, Anthea and Sherman had explored every nook and cranny.

a fair share of

day, they chased after coconut

was coaxed

day, they were hunting for wild

even the ants took a detour

make it for now. Should we head back?" Anthea suggested, feeling a bit bored now that they'd seen and done everything the island had to offer, including getting their fill of seafood. "Sure,"

the yacht captain not

pilot the

Anthea raised

Sherman nodded.

"Then I'll go pack."

belongings were few, and she packed

yacht, Sherman headed to

world, the ocean was polluted, making yachts obsolete. Hence, she had no experience piloting them, though she had a

comfortably seated at the helm, turned the key

cool, especially

Anthea watched intently.

glanced back,

"Can I try?"

the seat. "Here,

Anthea took the seat.

over her from behind, his arms reaching around her sides to

to feel

skipped a

Sherman instructed, one hand on the wheel, the other on the throttle,

speedometer. When it hits

yacht was surprisingly easy with Sherman's guidance, and Anthea caught on within ten