The Reclaimed Rose (Annalise and Steven)

Chapter 690

Steven slumped onto the sofa, his entire body drained of strength. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes bloodshot.

The thing he had feared the most had come true: Zane had been in love with Annalise all along. This meant that Steven never stood a chance.

Tears rolled down Steven's face. How had he not seen it? How had he not realized that someone had been watching Annalise with quiet, unrelenting determination?

If Steven had noticed it earlier, would it have made a difference? Would he have realized that Annalise was not some possession that only he could claim? That even without him, she was wanted, and that leaving him hadn't left her alone?

Would that sense of urgency have made him cherish her? Would Steven have chosen to settle down, to give up his reckless ways and love Annalise the way she deserved?

Regret clawed at Steven, but what baffled him the most was Zane's patience. How had he endured it for so many years? How could he have known that Annalise was married-that she belonged to someone else—and still had chosen to wait?

Zane had even watched Annalise get married and have a child. Yet he had never once lost control, neither did he ever reveal a trace of his true feelings.

Steven shut his eyes. After a long silence, he let out a bitter laugh. While he took Annalise for granted, someone else cherished her.

heart felt like it was tearing apart. The agony was suffocating, leaving him gasping for

to numb the pain, Steven turned to alcohol. Grabbing several bottles from

anything. He knew that when he woke up tomorrow, the pain would only

of someone at the door pulled him from his downward spiral. He calmed down slightly and forced himself to stand

standing outside. Steven turned away, heading back to the living

"Do you need

heavy stench of alcohol hit Chloe the moment she stepped inside, making

asked, "Why did you drink so much? Do you feel unwell? Should

In the past, he would have thought Chloe was simply showing him motherly concern. He would have believed she

and guessed he wasn't just there out of

exhausted. He said flatly, "No need.

the kitchen. "Wait a moment. Let me make some soup first. Drink it, then we'll

not drunk yet. Whatever you want

this, Chloe hesitated before turning back to him. "Are you

at that moment,