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.

massaging my temples.

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

was about

overthink it, Anna. Since I

I feel at

"We don't need to be so formal

eyes, looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, and

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

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

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

demeanor seemed to unconsciously soften, and

this the power

yawned, and lay back on the couch to continue

...

I

spoke to Zane, "Mr. Huxham, I'm here to report to Ms. Jamison about the data on

He then

report. "As of 9:00 am