Sasha was sleeping soundly.

I didn't want to make any big movements and disturb her, so I carefully helped her lie on the couch, making sure she settled comfortably.

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 it at home this morning," Zane replied, standing beside me with a straight face.

His tone carried a hint of guilt. "If it weren't for spending time with me, you wouldn't have drunk so much last night. And you wouldn't have this headache today." "Mm..."

I 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."Property © of .

I sat down and began sipping the scalding soup slowly, blowing on it to cool it down.

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 away.

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

Only then did I feel at ease, enjoying his care. "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 wasn't until she saw the two 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, she was unable to resist any longer and came here to befriend Annalise. Only then was she able to sleep soundly.

She rested 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. Huxham, I'm here to report to Ms. Jamison about the data on her work before the promotion."

"Okay," Zane replied, covering up the thermos. He then left the office, giving space to Eric and me.

Eric smiled as he opened the folder and began his report. "As of 9:00 am today, your account has reached 2,000 followers across all platforms."

"That quickly?" I was a little surprised. "The last time I checked, I think it was only a little over a thousand?"

Eric stood in front of me. "If the quality of the work is good, the follower count will increase quickly, even without any promotion. The key is whether you're willing to update every day."

It was just a part-time gig I initially took up to pass the time. I never thought that people actually liked it.

My mood improved as well.

Eric, not being able to see the data from the backend, asked with a smile, "Would you mind letting me look at your phone?"

I handed my phone to him.

Eric switched between different apps, picked up a pen, and started writing down something on paper.

He finally put the pen in his pocket and said, "The average views before were 10,000. Now the average views are 20,000, showing a very significant increase in data."

I had rarely paid attention to these statistics before, and it was only after hearing Eric's report that I realized how many people were actually viewing my comics.