NovelEnglishChapter 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, | have to travel to County Pellonia for work tomorrow, so | won't be able to see
you off when you leave for Capital City the day after. Make sure to textwhen 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"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.
For a fleeting moment, Anthea froze.
Sherman did too.
They were caught in each other's gaze, and for that instant, the very air around them seemed to cto a
standstill.
For the first tin her life, Anthea felt her heart pounding like a drum.
Thump, thump, thump.
It was as if her heart no longer belonged to her, completely out of control.
What a transgression!
Truly a transgression!
She had inadvertently taken advantage of a monk.
Usually so articulate, Ms. Yeager found herself at a loss for words.
Her mouth was dry, her throat parched.
"| suppose there really isn't any issue here," Sherman stood up, clearing his throat awkwardly, trying to change
the subject. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Yes," Anthea nodded, accepting the offer to change the topic.
"Is tea okay?"
"I'd prefer an ice-cold cola."
"Got it."
Sherman nodded slightly, heading out of the office.
He entered the secretary's office.
The secretaries were huddled around, engrossed in the company's group chat.
The group chat was buzzing with lively discussions about the CEO's wife.
Sherman's sudden appearance
startled them; they hurriedly closet
their chat windows and pretended to focus on their work.
"Secretary Arch, | need an ice-cold cola and a glass of iced water."
Ice-cold cola?
Wasn't Mr. Christensen known for only drinking tea?
Could this be for the CEO's wife?
Realizing this, Secretary Arch felt like she'd stumbled upon a major secret and
was thrilled beyond measure.
"Of course, Mr. Christensen. I'll arrange that immediately."
The Christensen Corporation was known for its excellent employee benefits.
The company's break room was stocked with a variety of beverages.
As soon as Secretary Arch sent the message, someone quickly arrived with the ice-cold cola and iced water, Mr.
Christensen, here's the ice-cold cola and iced water you requested."
Sherman accepted the drinks and made his way back to the office.
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