NovelEnglishChapter 487
Nanson carefully considered his words before asking, “Has he ever been in a relationship?"
Lacy shook her head. "No, Mr. Christensen is a staunch bachelor. He's never dated anyone, nor has he had any
inappropriate relationships. Even his assistants and secretaries are all men."
A bachelor by choice?
Nanson raised an eyebrow.
Would Sherman really act this way if he didn't plan to get married?
It was obvious that he was doing this out of respect for Anthea.
Nanson knew this as clearly as if it were written on a page. He looked up at Lacy. "Are you sure he's committed
to not marrying?"
Lacy nodded with certainty. "Absolutely! I've been with Mr. Christensen for almost
a decade, and during that time, he's never had any intimate contact with a woman."
Lacy was Sherman's personal assistant.
So, the rumors swirling around the Christensen Group about a supposed Mrs. Christensen were news to him.
Nanson chuckled, patting Lacy's shoulder. "Do you think that maybe Mr. Christensen is about to change his
mind?"
Lacy shook his head.
He really didn't believe it.
If Sherman were going to change his mind, he would have done so long ago.
Why wait until now?
"Just wait and see."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNanson's negative impression of Sherman had been based on the assumption that Sherman was a playboy with
a complicated romantic past.
Now, it seemed that he had misjudged him.
Sherman not only had no complicated past but was also remarkably disciplined.
Born into wealth and privilege, how many could maintain such self-control as Sherman?
If he truly caught Anthea's eye, it would indeed be a fine match.
Anthea was formidable, and Nanson had worried that no one could match her.
But now, it seemed Sherman was quite suitable.
In looks, ability, and other areas, he and Anthea were equals.
A powerful pairing.
Thinking this, a slight smile played on Nanson's lips.
Tflew by quickly.
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
Today was the day of Audrey's funeral.
The sky was overcast, with a light drizzle that mirrored the somber mood of the guests bidding farewell to
Audrey.
Anthea stood among them, wearing a black dress.
The rain fell softly.
Alex walked at the front, holding Audrey's urn, with an assistant by his side holding an umbrella.
The guests whispered among themselves.
They murmured about how Alex was an ungrateful son, cold and heartless.
Audrey had raised him since he was a child, and now, at her passing, he hadn't shed a single tear.
Even crocodiles shed tears.
But he was worse than a crocodile!
Anthea frowned slightly, glancing at Alex ahead.
Despite the murmurs being loud enough, he seemed not to hear
them, placing the urn in the gr
with an unmoving expression and
6 deeply.
After the funeral, everyone left.
Alex turned to his assistant, "You can go. I'd like to be alone for a while."
The assistant nodded.
The rain had stopped, but the air remained heavy and gloomy.
Alex stood before the gravestone, looking at Audrey's photo.
He said nothing.
Boom-
Thunder rumbled in the distance.
Large raindrops started to fall again.
But Alex showed no intention of leaving.
The rain pelted his hair, streamed down his finely chiseled features and soaked into his collar. He stood tall, like a
statue, unmoved by the storm.
At that moment, a black umbrella appeared above him, shielding him from the rain. A pale hand offered him@
clean handkerchief, “Here, wipe your face."
The voice was soft, resonating with a memory from long ago. "Brother, have a candy."
Alex looked down slightly and saw a face of serene beauty. Without makeup, yet utterly captivating.
"Thank you." Alex accepted the handkerchief from Anthea.
The white handkerchief carried a faint scent of fresh grass.
It was soothing.
"The departed are gone, but the living must endure. My condolences, Alex."
A slight smile tugged at Alex's lips. "I'm not sad."
"Your eyes tell another story," Anthea said quietly.
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