From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 477

With Nanson's words in mind, Gerard's anticipation to meet his mother only grew.

He couldn’t wait for the day they would finally be reunited!

The two of them chatted for quite a while, and it wasn’t until after four in the afternoon that Nanson drove Gerard back to his hotel. “Gerry, I have to travel to County Pellonia for work tomorrow, so I won’t be able to see you off when you leave for Capital City the day after. Make sure to text me when you get there.”

“Will do,” Gerard nodded. “Goodbye, Mr. Yeager.”

“Goodbye.”

Meanwhile...

At the Christensen Corporation.

Anthea stood behind the boss’s chair, while Sherman sat in it, pointing at the computer screen, “Here, here, and here—there are a few minor issues. See if there’s any way to fix them.”

Anthea leaned in slightly, her elegant, fair fingers resting on the mouse.

A subtle, fresh fragrance emanated from her, filling his senses.

It was a scent unlike the synthetic notes of perfume.

It was natural, like the earthy aroma after a rain, irresistibly intoxicating.

Just then...

A playful strand of her hair slipped from her ear and brushed against his, the soft ends tickling his ear with a gentle, tingling sensation.

It felt rather enchanting.

Thump, thump, thump—

Sherman could clearly hear the pounding of his own heart.

“Could you move for a moment?” Anthea suddenly asked.

“Of course.” Sherman quickly regained his composure, standing up to let Anthea take his seat.

Anthea sat down, her fingers dancing across the keyboard with effortless grace.

The data on the screen shifted and transformed under her touch.

Sherman stood by her side.

“What’s going on here?” Anthea turned to look at Sherman.

Sherman bent down, one hand resting on the desk and the other holding the mouse, effectively trapping Anthea between him and the computer.

His breathing was labored, heart throbbing erratically.

Sherman’s recently calmed heart was thrown into chaos once more. Pointing at the computer screen with his pen, he said, “There’s actually no problem here. Look here, the real issue is over here.”

“There’s no issue here. In Intel format, remote transfer instructions and remote subroutine call opcodes aren’t necessary.” Anthea glanced back at Sherman.

Intent on solving the problem, she forgot how close they were.

In that moment, as she turned her head, her lips brushed against his, cool and tinged with a crisp hint of sandalwood.

It was like a jolt of electricity.