The Reclaimed Rose (Annalise and Steven)

Chapter 183

I wasn't feeling tired yet, so I went upstairs and grabbed my laptop. Then, I settled down and started focusing and sketching the designs Zane's company needed.

When Zane saw what I was doing, he went to his study and got his own laptop. Then, he began working on the files he needed to review.

Since I already had the concept in my mind, it only took me half an hour to finish the initial sketches. But I still wasn't satisfied, so I created three alternative options. Once I was done, I let out a sigh of relief and turned to Zane, who was sitting across from me. "I'm done with the sketches. Who do I submit them for review?"

Zane stood up and walked over to my back. He leaned down and took my mouse in one hand, while his other hand landed on my keyboard.

It felt like I was completely trapped within his arms.

Zane calmly said, "First, log into this site and upload your sketches. Then, just submit them."

He clicked through the process smoothly before glancing at me with an apologetic look. "Did I overstep?"

He was so casual about it that if I said he did, it would sound like I was reading too much into it.

I shook my head. "No. It's fine."

Zane straightened up. "You've been working hard for a while. You should get some rest."

I quickly packed up my laptop and headed

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retreating figure with a soft smile forming at the

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made sure to get up half an hour ahead of time. I opened her bedroom door quietly and was surprised to find her

she practiced her spelling. Finally, she picked up her book and recited the words carefully. After

at me. I took the time to explain each once. Once she understood,

before. Willow showed some restraint. After reading for more than ten minutes, she stopped. She realized that if she continued, her throat would start to

in the yard for our usual morning exercise routine. After Willow finished

I'm so glad I

hand. "I feel the same way, Willow.

"Enough of these sentimental talks for now. We need to add some basic training to our routine from now

both turned to him in

expression left no room for argument. "Come on. Follow

to the training room, where he stopped and turned to face us. "Start with the basic moves Howard taught

to push through. I had no

pressed against the underside of my arm,

my arm higher, following his