Chapter 350
Daniel continued, "If you're not feeling well, you can rest in my lounge."
"Thanks, Daniel, but I'm really okay," Anthea assured him.
After handing the letter to Jasper, Anthea returned to the dessert table, ready to indulge in more sweets. She was in heaven with every bite. With a piece of dessert in her mouth, she slightly squinted her eyes, her delicate features curling into a contented smile.
This sight caught Sherman's attention from a distance. Fiddling with his rosary beads, he found himself almost subconsciously walking over to her.
"Nice handwriting," a deep, magnetic voice suddenly said near her.
Anthea looked up to see a tall figure standing before her, his lips tight, his sharp features softened by the chandelier's glow. Unlike the other men in suits at the party, he wore a simple white button-up shirt, its cuffs embroidered with intricate patterns. In his hand, he held a polished red rosary bead, highlighting his pale, slender hands. He had an air of aloofness about him, as if he could vanish with the wind at any moment.
It was Sherman.
"Thanks for the compliment," Anthea said, offering him a piece of the dessert. "This baklava is really good. Want to try?"
Sherman accepted and tasted it, his expression unchanging. It was too sweet for his liking. He wondered how she could enjoy it so much.
"How do you like it?" Anthea asked.
"Um, it's very good," Sherman nodded slightly.
Anthea then recommended, "Nice, isn't it? There's also this princess cake that's really good. Want to try?"
Despite his resistance to the overly sweet desserts, Sherman couldn't refuse anything Anthea suggested. He ate them all, not wasting a single bite.
Seeing Sherman enjoying the sweets, Anthea felt like she had found a kindred spirit. "The best dessert I've ever had was in a far, far away place," she started to say, then caught herself, remembering this was a different world. "A very distant place."
"Maybe we can try it together sometime?" Sherman suggested, playing with his rosary bead, his demeanor unchanged.
Anthea took a big bite of the mousse cake. "If we get the chance, we should," she mused, knowing deep down she might never return to her old world.
"Then it's a plan."
"Sure," Anthea nodded, offering Sherman another piece of dessert.
Daniel, witnessing this scene, was dumbfounded. He rubbed his eyes, but the scene before him remained unchanged. Sherman, of all people, was enjoying desserts! And if Daniel remembered correctly, Sherman was not only a vegetarian but also disliked sweets. He had never even eaten a birthday cake before! But today, Sherman was indulging in desserts.
Was the Sherman he knew all this time an imposter?
Rebecca also noticed this scene and felt a twinge of jealousy. Why Anthea? Why was she so close to Mr. Christensen? She believed she should be the one standing by Mr. Christensen's side. "Daniel, does Anthea seem very close to Mr. Christensen?" Rebecca asked, feigning indifference.
Worried Rebecca might misunderstand, Daniel hurriedly explained, "Don't get it wrong, Rebecca. I asked Sherman before, and he said there's no romantic interest between them! They're just good friends." No romantic interest? Rebecca narrowed her eyes, a glint of hope flickering through them. Why would Daniel explain this out of the blue? Could it be... Mr. Christensen had fallen for her? Perhaps Mr. Christensen was worried she might misunderstand, which is why he had Daniel explain. After all, Daniel and Mr. Christensen were best friends; there were no secrets between them.
So, it must be love.
Everything seemed to be unfolding just as she had hoped. That night at the family dinner, Mr. Christensen must have noticed her. Otherwise, Daniel wouldn't have gone out of his way to clarify things.