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."

packed up my laptop

...

retreating figure with a soft smile forming at the corner of

...

time. I opened her bedroom door quietly and was surprised to find her already practicing in

she picked up her book and recited the words carefully. After making sure she had the pronunciation right,

the words, so she looked up at me. I took the time to explain each

than ten minutes, she stopped. She realized that if she continued, her throat would start to hurt, so she set the book down.

up. The three of us gathered in the yard for our usual morning exercise routine. After Willow finished her run, she

I'm so glad

her little hand. "I feel the same way, Willow. Meeting you has been the greatest blessing of my

now. We need to add some basic training

turned to him

for argument. "Come on. Follow

room, where he stopped and turned

determined to push through. I had no

my arm,

lifted my