From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 297

Karen's eyes sparkled with cunning calculation.

Sherman thought he was tough, huh? Well, she'd serve him a slice of humble pie! It was high time he got a taste of his own medicine, experiencing the cold shoulder only to end up in a desperate chase. Otherwise, he'd never see what was truly in his heart. And you had to hand it to Riley; the timing of his appearance couldn't have been more perfect. Not only was he the world's best grandson, but he was also the smartest!

Sherman frowned slightly, his fingers tracing the edge of his rosary. "Grandma, you're matchmaking again!"

"Who says I'm matchmaking? What if Ann falls for Riley, huh? It's not like Riley's any less of a catch. Not to mention, he's at least ten years younger than you! You're old enough to be Ann's father, which is probably why you can't win her over!"

Karen grew more animated as she spoke. Sherman felt a knot of irritation in his chest that he couldn't shake off. He didn't even know why he was angry. He just was. And he felt like hitting something!

"Whatever you say," he muttered, turning on his heel and walking away.

Karen hummed softly to herself as she watched his retreating figure. Just you wait, kiddo! Your downfall is nigh!

Sherman had barely returned to the foyer when he spotted Anthea and Riley chatting and laughing together. To be precise, there was also Adah standing between them, but Sherman conveniently ignored her presence. Clutching his rosary, Sherman approached Riley with a casual air, "Riley."

Riley straightened up, "Yeah, what's up?"

"I heard from Auntie that you've been learning to box. I dabbled in it myself back in the day. How about we go upstairs and spar a bit?"

Adah gave Sherman a puzzled look. What's gotten into him today? Why this sudden warmth towards Riley?

Riley almost stammered, "I, um, I think I'll pass..."

Spar with Sherman? He wasn't looking to meet his maker just yet. What was up with his big cousin today? Riley took a moment to seriously reflect on his own actions.

Sherman patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be nervous. I'm an amateur, I hardly trained. You might just wipe the floor with me."

With a bit of encouragement, Riley loosened up. After all, he had been training for three years! Even if he couldn't beat Sherman, he wouldn't go down without a fight. He might even turn the tables on Sherman. So he followed Sherman's lead.