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 my temples. His

his touch, the intimacy of the contact made me

was about

overthink it, Anna. Since I was the one who did

feel at

need to be so formal with each

her eyes, looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, and

she had to be friends with Annalise, so she

her hand on the couch, propping up her head. She watched Zane with

seemed like a mountain of 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 in front

entire demeanor seemed to unconsciously soften, and even his gaze became

the power

lay back on the

...

finishing the hangover soup, I was about to

report to Ms. Jamison about the data

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

he opened the folder and began his report. "As of 9:00 am today, your account has