The Reclaimed Rose (Annalise and Steven)

Chapter 522

In case someone else was listening, Zane whispered, "I just wanted to accompany you, even if it's only a few minutes."

I hadn't expected Zane to be so clingy. I gently patted his arm and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Zane paused upon hearing that.

I handed him my utensils and said, "Have some. You shouldn't starve."

"Okay."

Zane forgot that he hadn't eaten, so he only brought a set of utensils. I would take a few bites and then hand him my utensils for him to eat. After a while, we finished the food.

Zane put away the container. Then, he gently massaged my hand.

"Your hand must be tired after signing autographs all morning," he said.

If it were when I still hadn't gotten divorced or if Steven were asking me that question, I would say that I wasn't tired. That was because I knew that even if I said I was tired, Steven wouldn't empathize with me. But right now, it was Zane that I was speaking to.

at Zane, I decided not to lie. Instead, I said

concern and said, "I initially thought that if

I gazed back

gently caressed my cheek and said, "But when I think about it, I know that doing these things will make you feel more accomplished. So, I

true thoughts with him, seeing how genuine Zane was. I said, "Actually, I quite enjoy my current situation. I may be busy, but it also means I am rewarded for my hard work. That

chuckled and said, "If I were to force you to become a housewife, doing nothing but living a carefree life, you might just

his concern,

Ever since I

I've gotten used to being independent. I feel like a free bird earning a living for myself. Because of that, I don't want to return

I

have to ask for

a life

time. Before a relationship became sour over money, and eventually leading to mutual resentment and separation... It would be better to earn some money like what I am doing now. Even

and said, "You're

shoulder. He wasn't angered by

we had a child of our own. With the child, our living expenses increased, and I requested more allowance. Yet, Steven