From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 478

As Sherman turned around, the assistants immediately opened their group chat.

"Mr. Christensen just fetched a soda for our boss's wife!"

"Guess she loves her fizzy drinks too."

"Mr. Christensen is so attentive to her!"

"Attentive? Come on, does he seem like the type to dote on someone?"

"He's so impressive. Maybe she pursued him first?"

"They haven't even announced anything officially! Why are you all so eager? Maybe they're just friends. Word is, Mr. Christensen wasn't even interested in Carlotta, so why would he go for anyone ordinary?"

"I think our boss's wife is prettier than Carlotta!"

"Agreed!"

Sherman entered the office with the soda.

Anthea had regained her composure and was typing away at her computer.

On the surface, she seemed calm, but inside, she was a bundle of nerves.

That had been her first kiss. Her very first, in this life or any other!

"Anthea."

A deep voice broke the silence above her.

"Hmm?" Anthea looked up, meeting Sherman's deep, dark eyes.

"Here's your chilled soda," Sherman said, handing it to her.

Anthea took a sip, letting the cold drink calm her racing heart.

She closed her eyes, savoring the moment.

Sherman took a sip of his own ice water, feeling it was bland and flavorless.

He couldn't help but wonder what made the soda so appealing.

"Anthea," he continued.

Anthea looked up at Sherman, straw still in her mouth.

"I'm heading to Pellonia tomorrow."

"Oh," Anthea nodded slightly.

"I'll be gone for about a week. If you have some time, you could visit my place. My grandmother really likes you."

"Sure," Anthea replied, sipping her soda.

"We recently hired a new pastry chef who's great with mousse desserts."

In the summer heat, nothing beats the taste of a cool mousse melting on your tongue.

Sherman handed Anthea the menu on a tablet. "I'm easygoing. You pick."

Anthea selected two meat dishes and three vegetarian ones, specifically asking the waiter to exclude onions and garlic.

Buddhists often avoid five pungent spices, including onions and garlic.

Sherman quietly smiled to himself. Anthea noticed even the little things.

Was she looking out for him?

Something inside him felt unexpectedly full.

A strange sensation, really.

Nothing particularly thrilling had happened, yet he felt incredibly happy. Even a bit excited.

Anthea glanced at Sherman, "We haven't picked a main course yet. How about some mushroom and vegetable soup?"

"Sure," Sherman nodded, his expression unchanged.

Anthea added the soup to their order and handed the tablet back to the waiter, "That's all for now."

The waiter nodded, "Very well, please wait a moment."

Before long, their food arrived.

Sherman ate with a steady, graceful pace, exuding elegance.