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.

behind me, gently massaging my temples. His movements

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

about to

Anna. Since I was the one who did something wrong,

did I feel at ease,

"We don't need to be

the unfamiliar

seemed 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 to

the couch, propping up her head. She

front of others, cold and distant. A glance from

entire demeanor seemed to unconsciously soften, and

this the

her head, yawned, and lay back on the couch

...

finishing the hangover soup, I was about to clean

Huxham, I'm here to report to Ms. Jamison about

then left the office, giving space

"As of 9:00 am