The Reclaimed Rose (Annalise and Steven) novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162 

Sasha was sleeping soundly. 

I didn’t want to make any big movements and disturb her, sol carefully helped her lie on the couch, making sur 

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 in at home this morning.” Zane replied, standing beside me with a straight face 

al.comfortably 

Histone carried a hint of guilt. “It it weren’t for spending time with me, you wouldn’t have drunk somuch last night. And you wouldn’t have this headache today.” 

1 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 it to cool it dow 

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

Although the discomfort in my head eased somewhat because of his touch, the intimacy of the contact made me feel slightly overwhelmed 

I was about to move inway. 

However, Zane firmly pressed down on my shoulder. “Don’t overthink it, Arma. Since I was the one who did something wrong, I should make it up to you.” 

Only then deel at ease, enjoying scare “Thank you.”– 

Zane chuckled. “We don’t need to be so formal with each other.” 

Sasha opened her eyes, looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, and glanced around in confusion. 

It wait until she saw the 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 and turned, unable to sleep 

Finally, the was unable to pesist any longer and came here to befriend Annalise Only then was the able to sleep soundly 

She rected her hand on the couch, propping up her head. She watched Zane with great interest 

Zane always seemed like a mountain of ice in front of others, cold and distant. A glance from him felt like the edge of an ice blade. But he was completely different in front of Annalise His entire demeanor seemed to unconsciously soften, and even his gaze became impossibly gentle. 

Was this the power of love? 

Sasha shook her head, yawned, and lay back on the couch to continue sleeping. 

After finishing the hangover soup. I was about to clean up 

But Eric entered and spoke to Zane, “Mr. Hushain, I’m here to report to Ms. Jamison about the data on her work before the promotion.” 

“Okay.” Zane teplied, covering up the theroos. He then left the ultior, giving space to Eric and me