From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 509

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

his gaze without missing a beat, keeping

Want to go grab a

let me

Sherman nodded again. "Okay."

Anthea closed the door.

later,

plain white t-shirt, ripped jeans, and a pair of clean white

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

should we eat?" Anthea asked as she turned to him. "You're

a place nearby that's pretty good,"

nodded. "Lead the

outside the hotel, a sleek luxury car rolled up to

driver hopped out and

small

"Yes, sir."

the car door and looked

She slid Sherm

back seat,

ever shielded her heavel

the roof

eyes

Mr. Christensen ever been this close to a woman-let alone

staying at

it be that the Christensen family was finally about to welcome

alive. Neon lights flashed everywhere, painting the night in

that felt as if it belonged to another era. Whitewashed walls,

two little lanterns glowing out front,

the window in curiosity. "Where

"This is the only historic street left in Capital

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