The Unveiled Rose novel Chapter 133

After Sasha stepped out of the restaurant, she hid nearby, secretly watching the two people inside. Zane's gaze seemed warm when he looked at Annalise, causing Sasha to wonder if he liked her.

Sasha gritted her teeth. No, Zane was hers! She could not let anyone take Zane away from her!

As she seethed with anger, a sudden chill swept over her.

Sasha looked toward Zane instinctively.

Zane had obviously noticed her presence and was now looking her way. The smile on his face had vanished, replaced by an icy and dangerous look.

Sasha felt a wave of panic. She quickly turned and walked a few steps away, only relaxing once she was out of his sight.

After she hurriedly took out her phone, she called Rowena. "I did as you asked and had been hanging around outside the company every day to 'coincidentally' run into him, but he still ignores me!"

Rowena advised, "Women need patience when it comes to pursuing a man."

"I want to be patient as well!" Sasha complained, "But your son's fallen for the nanny he hired."

"That's not possible!" Rowena retorted without a second thought. "I know my son—he has high standards for women. He wouldn't be interested in just anyone!"

Sasha let out a heavy sigh. "I saw it with my own eyes—how could it not be possible? The way he looks at her is different from how he looks at everyone else."

Rowena was shaken by her words. "Really?"

"Yes."

Rowena had already suspected that Zane's feelings for Annalise went beyond the surface. Hearing what Sasha said made her even more restless. "I'll go to the company this afternoon to see for myself."

Sasha was about to respond when her phone was suddenly snatched away. She instinctively wanted to curse, but when she turned, she saw Zane standing behind her.

His gaze was icy enough to freeze anyone, and his voice was equally as cold. "Mom, I told you not to interfere with my matters."

Rowena was reluctant to admit it, but she had to acknowledge that as someone from the older generation, she shouldn't interfere too much with Zane's matters.

Zane didn't think so, but he didn't bother to waste his time lecturing her.

"That's not important, but I will tell you this—I have very little patience. If you keep following me every day, spying on me, I cannot guarantee I won't do something about it."

His tone was as indifferent as usual, but it made Sasha feel an inexplicable sense of pressure, leaving her trembling long after he left.

…

Zane soon returned to the table.

I looked at him curiously. "Was it really someone you know?"

Zane nodded. "Yes. We just exchanged a few words."

I casually asked, "Why didn't you invite them to join us for lunch?"