Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82: So Jealous

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Chapter 82

~Zara’s POV~

I pressed my lips into a thin line. God, being so mature had its limits and this was one of them, not being able to slap him whenever he spewed nonsense.

Sensing my reluctance in engaging his comment, Snow continued, "And when is this meeting supposed to happen?" His voice had an edge to it, one that made me pause.

"He wants it in two days but I’ll head back to the city first," I said, glancing up at him. "I need to prepare some things with Andrew before the actual signing. I’ll push your meeting back a day or so."

Snow arched a brow, silently questioning me. "That way, you can deal with your sisters first." I kept my tone neutral, but I could feel the tension rising between us.

Snow’s jaw clenched slightly, and his eyes narrowed. "So eager to leave, are you? Going back to the city for your new lover?"

I blinked, caught off guard by the question. What?

Just when I thought he’d actually be mature about things and focus on the matter at hand, he still brought this up!

Was he that eager to annoy me or was this something else?

"Excuse me?" I shot back, my voice sharper than I intended, unable to hold back my anger again. "What are you even talking about?"

"Oh, don’t play dumb, Zara." He crossed his arms, leaning back against the desk. "Andrew Blake. You’re practically glowing every time his name comes up. Can’t wait to go back to him, can you?"

My mouth fell open in disbelief. "Are you serious right now?"

He shrugged, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—something close to jealousy, though he hid it well. "Just wondering. You seem awfully invested in this project."

I groaned, rolling my eyes and massaging my temples. Well, glad he brought it up since anytime Andrew was mentioned he got this way.

There was no way he’d say he wasn’t jealous now.

"I’m invested because it’s important for your business, Snow. Also, if I do well as your assistant, it can build my portfolio a notch, and give me a better edge in the business world when we annul the marriage officially."

I noticed a flicker of shock or surprise in his eyes when I mentioned annual.

But what did he expect? Everything was a ruse and a contract anyway. If he didn’t believe that he wouldn’t have been relating everything to the contract and lived peacefully.

"This isn’t about Andrew," I continued, "and it certainly isn’t about some ridiculous notion of a ’lover.’ I don’t need one."

He was quiet for a moment, his gaze still lingering on me, as if he was sizing up my response.

"Why? Because you got me to satisfy you?"