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.
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