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 the

first day, they chased after

day, Sherman was coaxed into raiding

day, they were hunting

a detour when

that they'd seen and done everything

isn't the yacht captain

pilot the

raised an eyebrow

Sherman nodded.

"Then I'll go pack."

few, and she packed

their way to the yacht, Sherman headed to the cockpit, with an

obsolete. Hence, she had no experience piloting them, though she had a small plane

helm, turned the key with practiced ease, starting

cool,

Anthea watched intently.

back,

"Can I try?"

offering her the seat. "Here,

Anthea took the seat.

her from behind, his arms reaching around

Anthea to feel his breath on her ear,

skipped

instructed, one hand on the wheel, the other on the throttle, "This is the throttle. Push it down." Anthea

When it hits

with Sherman's guidance,