From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 122

She handled the coffeepot with the grace of a ballet dancer from grabbing it to setting it down on the table, the entire act didn't take more than 20 seconds.

To an onlooker, it might have seemed like just a brief moment, but only someone like Sherman, a connoisseur of poise and precision, could appreciate the difficulty of such a feat.

Moreover, the pot was filled with scalding hot coffee, yet she managed not to burn herself, nor did she spill a single drop.

Her movements flowed as elegantly as a river, a testament to her skill.

"Thank you," Anthea said, slightly lowering her gaze to meet Sherman. Sparks flew in that fleeting encounter, ripples of a potential beginning, but they vanished just as quickly as they had appeared.

Anthea had an excellent memory.

At the sight of those eyes, she promptly recalled the man she had seen at the Morris family gala the other night.

Considering Rebecca's recent behavior, it dawned on her that the little performance was probably for his benefit.

This man had the air of someone born with a silver spoon in his mouth, someone not to be taken lightly.

Rebecca was clearly aiming high.

Sherman paused for a moment, momentarily taken aback.

Back in his youth, he had made a name for himself with a steely resolve, and although years of charitable work and clean living had softened his edge, few could hold his gaze for more than three seconds, not even his business associates who often deliberately avoided eye contact with him.

Yet today, he had found an exception. And she was just a teenage girl.

"Ann!" At that moment, Nana came dashing over.

"What's up?" Anthea turned her head away smoothly, breaking eye contact.

Nana handed her a phone, "Ann, your phone's ringing!"

"Oh, thanks." Anthea took the phone and stepped aside to a quieter spot for the call.

Sherman watched her go, then took a sip of his drink, his right hand absently tracing the contours of a silver cross.

"Sherman, you're not falling for Anthea, are you?" Daniel asked with a hint of concern.

Sherman remained silent, his features bathed in the warm light, looking every bit the aristocrat, cloaked in mystery.

"Sherman! Anthea is playing tricks. You can't fall for her act!"

Daniel was genuinely worried, fearing Sherman might be duped.