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.

stood behind me, gently massaging my temples. His movements were

because of his touch, the intimacy of the contact made

was about to

I was the one who did something wrong, I should make it up to

then did I feel at ease, enjoying his

need to be so formal with each

opened her eyes, looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, and glanced around

she saw the two people 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, so she had tossed

the couch, propping up

cold and distant. A glance from him felt like the edge of an ice blade.

unconsciously soften, and even

the

lay back on the couch to

...

the hangover soup, I was about to clean

report to Ms. Jamison about the data

replied, covering up the thermos. He then left the office, giving space to Eric and

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