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

they chased

was coaxed

third day, they were

the ants took a detour when they saw her

said she and Adah can't 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

isn't the yacht captain not here

pilot the

can?" Anthea raised an

Sherman nodded.

"Then I'll go pack."

belongings were few,

way to the yacht, Sherman headed to the cockpit, with an intrigued Anthea

polluted, making yachts obsolete. Hence, she had no experience piloting

comfortably seated at the helm, turned the key with practiced

simple action somehow looked cool,

Anthea watched intently.

back,

"Can I try?"

seat. "Here,

Anthea took the seat.

behind, his arms reaching around her sides to guide her hands on

to feel his breath on

heart skipped

the throttle, "This is the throttle. Push it down."

it hits 5000 RPM, you're good to

pilot the yacht was surprisingly easy with Sherman's