The Reclaimed Rose (Annalise and Steven)

Chapter 118

Ever since I decided to start a side hustle, I had been occupied with drawing.

After finishing the draft, I started coloring right away. Once that was done, I uploaded it online. This was the cycle I had to go through. The office door opened with a click. I instinctively raised my head and saw Zane walking into the office.

I was about to bury myself in my work again when he stopped in front of me and asked, "I'm having coffee. What would you like?"

After contemplating my choices, I answered, "Tea."

Zane prepared me a cup of tea after that. At first, he wanted to make himself some coffee, but the color of the tea in my pretty porcelain cup was just too tempting, so he made himself a cup of tea, too.

He then placed my cup on the left side of my table and sat down on the chair. "How's work?" he asked.

I took a sip from my cup, enjoying the bitter yet refreshing scent of tea. It made me relax instantly. In response to his question, I told him, "I'm as busy as a bee."

"Seems like your day was really fulfilling."

"Yes, and I'm glad."

tasks that Zane provided me with. I'd been away from work because I was a housewife for several years and wasn't aware of the changes in the current job market. At that time, I had no idea what my future would hold. I felt lost and was anxious about the

different now, though. Besides my monthly wage, I got a side hustle that I could potentially make a lot of money from. My future was bright, and I became less weary and

doing great," said Zane, his voice soft. "And I'm

so thoughtful toward me, and I was immensely grateful to him. I was lucky to have such a kind

"Thanks," I said earnestly.

"No worries," he said.

...

bar flickered and blinked as Steven sat on the couch in a corner, watching in silence as

For some unknown reason,

Annalise's face couldn't stop

up in his mind. He told her he wanted to make it up to her, but she simply told him to pretend like she was a stranger

prepared was

love him anymore. With this thought in mind, he poured himself

something

his friends, Gavin Shaw, approached him and asked, "What's wrong,

came Steven's