From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 509

Anthea typed back: "Where are you right now?"

Sherman replied, "I live right next door to you."

"Seriously?" she shot back, adding a laughing emoji. "Seriously," he confirmed.

"Then come over to my room."

A minute later, Anthea heard a knock at her door.

Wait-he really does live next door?

She set her phone aside and walked over to open the door.

Standing outside was a tall, well-built man, his features half-shadowed under the crystal hallway light. His lips were pressed into a reserved line, a quiet chill clinging to him, but at the corner of one eye, a tiny red birthmark caught the light, matching the small cross ring on his finger.

A strange mix of priestly calm and devilish allure.

"You really do live next door?" Anthea asked, surprised.

He nodded, just barely. "Yeah."

Anthea had just showered. Her hair fell damp around her shoulders, and she wore

a silk camisole nightdress that showed off her pale collarbones and smooth skin,

the delicate fabric tracing elegant lines down her body.

The silk was thin, and Sherman, who stood a good eight inches taller than her, only had to glance down to catch a glimpse of—

Something inside him seemed to explode.

Heat swept through him.

he reminded

a beat,

Want to go grab

but let me

Sherman nodded again. "Okay."

Anthea closed the door.

later, she

t-shirt, ripped jeans, and

gone, replaced by a lively, youthful energy. She could make anything look good-clothes

Anthea asked as she turned to him. "You're from Capital City, right? You must know

a place nearby that's

"Lead the

the hotel, a sleek luxury car rolled up to

and greeted them respectfully.

small

"Yes, sir."

car door and looked at Anthea.

She slid Sherm

seat,

ever shielded her heavel

roof with his

driver's eyes widened in

Mr. Christensen ever been this close to a

they were staying at

be that the Christensen family was finally about to

eleven, Capital City was just coming alive. Neon lights flashed everywhere, painting the

they turned onto an old street that felt as if it belonged to

doorway had two little lanterns glowing out front, as if the place had slipped

window in curiosity. "Where are

voice was low. "This is the only historic street left