Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129: Persana Meteror Shower

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Chapter 129

~Zara’s POV~

Snow’s hand held mine firmly as his gaze locked onto me, a mix of excitement and urgency dancing in his eyes.

"Another drive?" I asked, and my curiosity piqued.

He nodded, his lips curving into a small smile. "Trust me, Zara. This one will be unforgettable."

How could I refuse him when he looked at me like that? I smiled back, nodding. "Alright, let’s go."

He led me back to the Bugatti, and Scott handed Snow a set of keys that seemed different from the ones we used earlier. My curiosity deepened, but I said nothing as we slipped back into the car.

The engine purred to life, its power thrumming through the air as Snow took the driver’s seat this time.

"Where are we going?" I asked, fastening my seatbelt.

"You’ll see," he replied cryptically.

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The drive was serene, the night sky stretching endlessly above us. Snow expertly navigated the winding roads, the glow of the headlights cutting through the darkness.

As we climbed higher into the hills, the bustling noise of the city faded, replaced by the soothing symphony of nature—rustling leaves, chirping crickets, and the distant call of nocturnal creatures.

"Are we heading to a hilltop?" I asked, watching the landscape shift into something more open and untouched.

"You could say that," Snow answered but said nothing more.

After what felt like thirty minutes, we reached a secluded spot atop a hill. Snow parked the car and stepped out, walking around to open my door.

"Come on," he urged, extending his hand.

I took it, stepping out and letting the crisp night air envelope me. The sky above was breathtaking—vast, deep, and scattered with thousands of stars, each twinkling like a diamond against black velvet.

"Snow..." I murmured, tilting my head back to take it all in. "This is beautiful."

He grinned, motioning for me to follow him further along the hilltop path. A clearing came into view, and my breath caught.

In the middle of the open field was a carefully arranged picnic setup—a cosy blanket, lanterns casting a soft glow, and a small cooler to the side.

"You planned this?" I asked, my heart swelling.

He shrugged, looking unusually bashful. "I wanted tonight to be special, you know."

All the smiles my face could muster were on point, shining brilliantly. "It’s been a special day already."

As we settled onto the blanket, I leaned back, gazing at the stars above. The atmosphere was perfect—peaceful, intimate, and filled with emotions.

Snow handed me a thermos of warm tea, and I accepted it gratefully.

"So, what’s the occasion?" I teased, taking a sip.

"You’ll see soon," he said, his voice low and meaningful.