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.

gently massaging my temples.

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

about

my shoulder. "Don't overthink it, Anna. Since I was the

at ease, enjoying

to be so formal

her eyes, looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, and

remembered. She seemed to have been thinking about how good Annalise was. She felt like she had to be friends with Annalise, so she

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

in front of others, cold and distant. A glance from him felt like the edge of an

unconsciously soften, and even his gaze

the power

her head, yawned, and lay back on the couch

...

soup, I was about to clean

and spoke to Zane, "Mr. Huxham, I'm here to report to Ms.

covering up the thermos. He then left

folder and began his report. "As of 9:00 am today, your