Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128: A Worthy Gift

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Chapter 128

I blinked, caught off guard by the question. "I’m still figuring that out."

He smiled, a hint of admiration in his eyes. "That’s honest. I like that but I believe Snow does."

As we sat there, the conversation grew more personal, the barriers between us slowly lowering. I couldn’t explain it, but with every passing moment, I felt more at ease with Zade.

There was something about him—an unspoken understanding, a warmth that felt strangely familiar.

And yet, a tiny voice in the back of my mind reminded me of the complications that had already formed around this young, talented, handsome man.

But for now, sitting in the sun with Zade, the world felt a little less complicated than it should.

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I returned to the mansion right when the sun was setting. The drive back had been quiet, but my thoughts weren’t. My conversation with Zade stayed in my mind—the simple way he talked, the warmth in his eyes, and the odd feeling of familiarity that I couldn’t fully identify.

Why? I found myself asking but got no response whatsoever.

In my past life, none of the occurrences I experienced in this third rebirth ever occurred, leaving me feeling like I was living for the first time.

Shaking off the thoughts, I opened the front door, the house’s stillness greeting me. I made my way upstairs to my room.

Pushing the door open, I gasped when I saw Snow sitting on the armchair in the corner, his arms crossed and a faint smirk playing on his lips.

"Snow," I said, clutching the door handle. "You scared me."

"That wasn’t my intention," he replied teasingly.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, closing the door behind me.

"Waiting for you," he said simply, keeping his gaze steady on me. "How was your outing?"

I smiled, setting my bag on the bed. "Relaxing. How was your day?"

"Productive," he replied. His eyes flickered to the bed, and I followed his gaze, noticing a small gift box nestled among the pillows.

I arched an eyebrow, looking back at him. "What’s this?"

He tilted his chin toward the box. "Go on. Open it."

Curiosity sparked, and I picked up the box, inspecting it briefly before untying the ribbon. Lifting the lid, I froze, my breath catching as I stared at the brand-new car key resting inside.

"Snow..." I muttered, lifting it carefully and not really sure how to proceed or what to say.

"It’s about time, isn’t it?" he said, rising from his seat to stand beside me.

I looked up, meeting his gaze while my lips parted in awe.

"As my wife," he began softly, "you should ride in a style befitting your status. But I didn’t just get you this for appearances or to replace your old car." He paused, his eyes softening. "It’s a gift—for everything you’ve done and for being who you are."

Emotion swelled in my chest, leaving me momentarily speechless.

"Come," he said, taking my hand. "There’s more. I know you’ll like it."

He led me to the balcony, the cool evening breeze brushing against my skin. He gestured for me to press the button on the key fob.

I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as I pressed it.

The next moment, the soft purr of an engine came from below. My jaw dropped as my eyes landed on the sleek, metallic beauty parked in the driveway. It was a Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+, gleaming under the soft light of the mansion’s exterior.