From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 513

Anthea bought a few trinkets, then dragged Sherman along to sample some grilled skewers.

The state of the roadside stall was enough to make anyone with the faintest concern for hygiene shudder. Still, Sherman sat down with a straight face, as if nothing was amiss, and ordered a few vegetarian options.

Anyone who knew him would have been stunned by the sight-Mr. Christensen, usually so aloof and distinguished, squeezed onto a wobbly stool at a street vendor's table with the crowd? Unthinkable.

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye.

Anthea and Sherman made their way to the airport together.

First class had only eight seats, but as the plane took off, the other six remained empty.

Settling in, Anthea pulled out a phone case she'd bought at the night market last night, planning to swap it onto her phone. As she opened the packaging, she realized there was a second, identical case included.

She looked over at Sherman. "Our phones are the same model, right?"

Sherman took his out, checking. "Seems like it.”

"Here, you can have this one, then." Anthea handed him the phone case.

Sherman accepted the case and stared down at it, clearly caught off guard. It was pink. Not only that, it was covered in sparkling rhinestones and pearls—exactly the sort of thing a teenage girl might love.

Do all women really like pink this much?

Anthea grinned. "If you don't want it, you could always give it to Mrs. Christensen.

I remember her phone's the same as mine."

"No, I like it," Sherman said, and without missing a beat, snapped the pink case onto his phone.

Suddenly, his phone looked brand new-albeit a little... dazzling.

Anthea couldn't resist teasing him, "You should change your lock screen to a pink background, too. That way it'd really match."

just looked down at his phone, focused and

he was annoyed, Sherman handed her his phone. "What

as if it belonged on a twelve-year-old's Instagram feed-soft

shot up in surprise. "You

expression was serious. "I've

gave him

nodded, calm as

like he was lying, so Anthea could only nod and

grown man with a love for pink-no wonder he was drawn

His taste was truly...

set the picture

the plane landed at

just after three in the

stepped out of the arrivals gate, Anthea spotted a familiar figure

Alex Peterson?

Sherman. "Wait here a second—I just

Anthea jogged over. "Alex!"

surprise. "Anthea? You're here to

her head. "Just got back from Capital

to

me, so I won't keep you,"

Alex swallowed whatever else

to walk back

up, and his gaze

air between them

steely and dangerous,

warning, a

Gontent

away

Anthea nodded. "Yeah."