Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297: Dinner With Ares

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Chapter 297

~Ella’s POV~

The next day felt like a blur of nerves and second-guessing. Ares was impossible. He was arrogant, unapologetically charming, and entirely too good at getting under my skin.

I spent most of the morning convincing myself that dinner with him was a mistake. That I should call and cancel. That I wasn’t some starry-eyed fool ready to fall for his smirk and smooth words again.

And yet, when the clock struck six, I stood in front of my closet, staring at a pile of rejected outfits on my bed.

"What are you even doing, Ella?" I muttered to myself, tugging at the hem of a sleek black dress I’d finally settled on.

It was simple but flattering, the neckline just daring enough to make a statement without looking like I was trying too hard.

I couldn’t let him think I’d spent the entire day getting ready even if that was embarrassingly close to the truth.

A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts, and my heart skipped a beat.

I opened it to find Ares standing there, leaning casually against the doorframe.

He was dressed in a black suit with an open-collar white shirt that gave him a relaxed yet sophisticated look.

The scent of his cologne—something earthy and masculine—wafted in, making my knees go a little weak.

"Wow," he gasped, his green eyes sweeping over me appreciatively. "You look... stunning."

"Thanks," I replied, trying to sound indifferent.

He extended his arm with a crooked grin playing on his lips. "Shall we?"

Rolling my eyes, I uttered, "Let’s just get this over with," and grabbed my clutch before stepping out.

Ares chuckled softly as I locked the door behind me. "You know, most people look forward to dinner with me."

"Most people don’t know you," I shot back, walking past him.

He followed, falling into step beside me. "Touché. But I’m hoping tonight will change your mind."

"I wouldn’t hold your breath," I replied, though I could feel the heat creeping into my cheeks.

He led me to an elegant black car parked at the curb. Of course, it had to be expensive. Probably something custom-made to suit his Alpha status.

Ever the gentleman—or at least pretending to be—Ares opened the passenger door for me. "After you, little angel."

I rolled my eyes but climbed in, refusing to let his charm get to me.

The drive was smooth, the city lights flashing by as soft music played in the background. Ares didn’t say much, but I could feel his gaze on me every now and then, like he was trying to read my thoughts.

Finally, we arrived at the restaurant—a cozy, upscale place tucked away from the bustle of the main streets. The lighting was dim and romantic, with candles flickering on each table.

"This is... nice," I admitted reluctantly as the hostess led us to a private booth near the back.

"I’m glad you approve," Ares said, pulling out my chair for me.

Once we were seated, the waiter appeared with a bottle of wine, which Ares had apparently pre-ordered.

"Red okay?" he asked, tilting the bottle slightly. The way he looked with that bottle in his hand and that lovely smile made my heart flutter slightly.

"Sure." I watched as he poured us a glass.

Fucking alpha.