Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162: The Surveillance Footage

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Chapter 162

~Zara’s POV~

I shook my head, refusing to let it consume me for now. When I want to deal with her, I could enlist my brother’s help.

Instead, I focused on the sound of faint clattering from the kitchen below. Snow was undoubtedly up to something, and the thought brought a flicker of amusement.

Moments later, the door creaked open again. Snow entered with a tray in hand, a lopsided grin on his face.

The tray held a plate of scrambled eggs, toast, and what looked like slightly burned bacon. A small vase with a single, crooked daisy completed the arrangement.

With a flourish, he placed the tray on the nightstand and said, "Breakfast is ready, madam Zara."

I raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a laugh. "Did the bacon offend you, or is this just your special touch?"

"Cooking is an art, and this is abstract," he quipped, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You’re welcome, by the way."

"Abstract art belongs in a gallery, not my breakfast," I teased, picking up a piece of toast.

Snow leaned back, his arms propping him up as he watched me take a bite. "So, how’d I do?"

"Not bad," I admitted, though I made a show of inspecting the bacon. "A little heavy-handed on the ’crispy,’ but edible."

"High praise," he said with a chuckle. "I’ll take it."

As I ate, Snow’s gaze lingered, his expression softening. It wasn’t the intense, brooding look he often wore—it was something quieter, more vulnerable.

"What?" "What?" I asked, feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny.

"Nothing," he smiled. "I just like seeing you smile. You don’t do it nearly enough."

The sincerity in his voice surprised me, leaving me momentarily unsure of how to respond. I settled for a simple, "Thanks."

None of us spoke in a while, the tension from earlier fading as Snow reached for the leftover toast on my plate.

"Hey!" I protested, swatting his hand.

"You weren’t going to finish it," he refuted with a smirk, popping it into his mouth.

"I might have," I retorted, crossing my arms.

"Sure you might’ve," he teased, brushing crumbs off his hands.

I rolled my eyes, but the warmth in my chest was undeniable. Moments like this—easy, lighthearted—were rare between us, and I found myself wishing they could last forever.

"Zara," Snow said suddenly, his tone more serious now.

I looked at him, my amusement fading. "Yeah?"

"There’s something I need to tell you."

My heart skipped a beat, his sudden shift in demeanor setting off alarm bells in my mind. "What is it?"

He hesitated, running a hand through his hair. "It’s about the explosion. We think the Starks might be involved after my rejection of Jenna’s advances but that’s mere speculation at this point but there’s more. My friend, Jupiter, called last night... He mentioned Marcus." _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}

The name sent a chill down my spine, and I gripped the blanket tightly. "Marcus? What about him?"