The Reclaimed Rose (Annalise and Steven)

Chapter 162

Sasha was sleeping soundly.

I didn't want to make any big movements and disturb her, so I carefully helped her lie on the couch, making sure she settled comfortably.

Then, I picked up the thermos container and followed Zane out of the partition.

My voice was still very soft. "Where did this come from?"

"I made it at home this morning," Zane replied, standing beside me with a straight face.

His tone carried a hint of guilt. "If it weren't for spending time with me, you wouldn't have drunk so much last night. And you wouldn't have this headache today." "Mm..."

I opened the thermos and took a sip. The hangover soup was still hot.

After hesitating, I finally spoke, "Next time, if you want to talk about something and relax, let's not drink. We can just have some juice. That's good enough." Zane agreed, saying, "Okay."

I sat down and began sipping the scalding soup slowly, blowing on it to cool it down.

me, gently massaging

in my head eased somewhat because of his touch, the intimacy of the contact made me feel

was about to move

shoulder. "Don't overthink it, Anna. Since I was the one who did something wrong, I should

then did I feel at ease, enjoying his

to be so formal with

the unfamiliar surroundings, and glanced around

to have been thinking about how good Annalise was. She felt like she had to be friends with Annalise, so she had tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Finally, she was unable

couch, propping up her head. She

ice in front of others, cold and distant. A glance from him felt like the edge of an ice blade. But he was completely different

unconsciously soften, and even his gaze

this the power of

head, yawned, and lay back on the couch to

...

hangover soup, I

here to report to Ms. Jamison about the data

replied, covering up the thermos. He then left the office, giving

folder and began his report. "As of 9:00