Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119: Suspicions

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Chapter 119

~Ella’s POV~

—Evening, Ella’s Apartment—

The soft hum of the air conditioner filled the room as I lay tangled in the sheets with Styles.

My body was still tingled from the intensity of our earlier lovemaking session, my heart pounding just a little faster than usual.

Styles shifted beside me, his arm lazily draped across my waist as he traced circles on my bare skin. I turned to look at him, his chiselled features illuminated by the faint glow of the bedside lamp.

It was strange—this growing attachment to him. What had started as something casual, light, and unburdened had quickly become something... else.

I wasn’t ready to name it, not yet, but it scared me how much I craved his presence.

"You’re quiet," Styles murmured, his voice husky from exhaustion. "Lost in thought?"

I offered him a small smile, brushing a lock of dark hair from his forehead. "Just... thinking about how lovely this is."

He smirked and when he did, I noticed a teasing glint in his eye. "Nice? That’s all you’ve got?"

I rolled my eyes, swatting at his chest. "Don’t push it."

His chuckle rumbled through the room as he pulled me closer, his lips brushing against my neck. "I’ll take ’nice.’ For now."

Just as I was about to reply, the faint sound of a ringtone broke the moment. Styles groaned, reaching for his phone on the nightstand.

"Who’s calling you at this hour?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light, though curiosity burned inside me.

He glanced at the screen, his brows lifting slightly before he answered, his voice softening in a way I hadn’t heard before. "Hey, what’s up?"

I stayed still, pretending not to care, but the sudden shift in his tone sent a pang of unease through me. His words were gentle, his smile lingering as he walked toward the window, completely unbothered by his nakedness.

I couldn’t make out the other person’s voice, but the way he spoke—almost sweetly—set my mind racing. Was it someone important to him? Someone... more than me?

Shaking off the thought, I forced a casual tone. "What do you want to eat? I’ll make something."

He turned, his mouth curving into a mischievous grin as he covered the phone’s mic. "I’m going to eat you," he teased.

I laughed, tossing a pillow at him. "Fine. Then I’m going to wash up. You can eat me in the kitchen."

He caught the pillow easily and I made my way toward him. Quickly, Styles pulled me into a quick, searing kiss before letting me go. I grabbed a robe and headed for the bathroom, but as I passed the door, his voice dropped.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "I’ll meet her. Just let me know when."

I froze, my hand tightening on the doorknob. Her? Who was her?

I didn’t want to eavesdrop, but the shift in his tone—so serious, so unlike the playful man who’d just kissed me—made it impossible to ignore.

"Fine," he continued in a low but firm tone. "I’ll handle it. But this stays between us."

My heart sank slightly, doubt creeping into the edges of my mind. I forced myself to keep walking, shutting the bathroom door behind me.

As the water hit my skin, I tried to shake off the unease. I didn’t want to confront him—not yet—but I couldn’t help wondering: who was on the other end of that call? And what did they mean to Styles?

I know I shouldn’t even think in that direction, as all we were to each other was friends with benefits but deep down, I hoped I meant something more.

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~Snow’s POV~

**Snow’s Mansion**