Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145: Her Resolve

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Chapter 145

The drive to the office was uneventful, but the tension was back the moment I stepped inside. The atmosphere felt heavier than usual, employees moving with a hurried determination that spoke of looming deadlines and heightened stakes.

As I entered Snow’s office to drop off some files, I found him seated at his desk, his fingers steepled as he stared at the screen.

"Morning," I greeted, setting the files down.

He glanced up briefly. "Morning."

His tone was curt, and distracted, and I decided not to press. As I turned to leave, he spoke again. "Zara."

"Yes?"

"Make sure everything’s in place before I leave for the trip. I want no loose ends."

I nodded, sensing the weight behind his words. "Of course." But was that all he was going to tell me?

Something about the way Snow’s tone dipped when he spoke unsettled me. He wasn’t cold, exactly, but he was holding something back. It wasn’t hard to notice when you’d spent enough time with someone to read between the lines.

And I’d spend more than enough time with him and Ivan.

"Snow," I started, turning back to face him. He was still seated, his eyes fixed on me in a way that made my pulse skip. "You didn’t mention this trip to me. Why?"

He leaned back slightly, his lips pressing into a thin line before he responded. "I didn’t think it was necessary."

"Not necessary?" I repeated, my brow arching in disbelief. "I’m your personal assistant, or have you forgotten? My entire role revolves around managing your schedule."

Something flickered in his gaze, an emotion I couldn’t place, and he exhaled sharply. "You’ve been busy."

"With work," I said pointedly.

"With Zade," he corrected in a low voice, but his words carried a weight that hung between us.

I froze, caught off guard by the accusation, and stared at him. "Excuse me?"

He stood, pushing back his chair, and began to move toward me. There was an intensity in his stride, a simmering heat in his eyes that made my stomach flip.

"You heard me," he said, stopping a mere foot away from me. His presence was overwhelming, the sharp scent of his cologne mingling with the tension in the air. "You’ve been preoccupied. Maybe I thought you wouldn’t notice I was leaving."

"What’s that supposed to mean?" I snapped, my voice rising slightly. My irritation was quickly replaced by something else—a fluttering unease that I couldn’t quite name.

His expression softened, and the corners of his lips tugged into a faint, knowing smirk. "Are you upset, Zara?"

"Upset? You’re being ridiculous," I shot back, though the warmth creeping into my cheeks betrayed me.

Snow’s eyes glinted, and he tilted his head as if studying me, the corners of his mouth curling further. "Are you jealous?"