Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135: Getting His Attention

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Chapter 135

~Jenna’s POV~

"You came," I blurted, my panic morphing into a strange mix of relief and exasperation.

"Your father asked me to," he replied. His gaze flicked to the car. "Flat tyre or...?"

I nodded, suddenly feeling foolish. "Yeah, and she just won’t start. Also, I don’t have a spare. Betty’s old, you know."

He let out a low sigh, pulling out his phone. "I’ll call for help."

As he dialled, I found myself studying him. Snow had always been distant, more focused on responsibilities than personal connections. But seeing him here, taking charge, stirred something familiar within me.

He ended the call and looked at me. "A tow truck will be here shortly. In the meantime, stay close."

I blinked, surprised by the subtle note of concern in his voice. "Thanks, Snow. I really appreciate it."

He didn’t respond, his eyes scanning the surrounding area as if assessing for potential threats.

Despite the tension, a small part of me couldn’t help but wonder if this incident might finally break through the wall that had always existed between us.

As I walked behind him, my focus had been on his back and my thoughts that I did not see the stone lying helplessly on the ground until I stepped on it and my heel twisted, injuring my ankle.

A scream tore through my lips as I stumbled back and fell hard on the tyred road.

Snow whipped his head in direction, the same cold expression adorning his beautiful eyes.

I expected him to rush and help me up or apologize or something but instead, what I got was a scolding, reminding me just how he used to be as a child.

"Are you a kid?" I frowned, pouting. "If you’re not, then get up or I’ll be leaving you."

He turned swiftly and opened his car. Panic surged within me as I got up, dusting the dust from my ass and made my way to the passenger’s door at the back.

I waited for him to open it, but no matter what, Snow hesitated, and I frowned.

"Are you daft or just stupid, Jenna? Am I your driver?"

His words were harsher than they used to be. Hmph!

I did not mutter an apology and switched positions to the front seat. We entered the car, strapped in our seat belts and as we were about to drive off, a call came through into his phone.

My eyes narrowed when I saw the caller ID. "Dad?"

He answered the call, keeping his voice low, but thanks to my heightened senses, I could hear his conversation clearly.

"Hello?"

"Snow, there’s been a change of plans. The Starks have left the packhouse heading for theirs as something urgent came up."

I noticed his grip on his phone tighten. "Fine would drop her off there."

"No. Take her with you. She’s your guest now. After all, you told her father you’d take care of her."

Snow gritted, clearly not pleased with the turn of events, but knowing my parents, they were probably helping my case.

"Thanks, Dad, Mum! I love you so much."

"What the..." Immediately I typed a text message to my mum, informing her that Snw was lodging me in a hotel.

Once he got my things out, he walked towards his door and lifted a brow. "What? Waiting for an invitation?"

"I-I... I do not get it, Snow. I thought I’d be staying over at your place."

"My house’s full," he stated without breaking a sweat. A fucking lie.

Still, I smiled nervously. "I am not used to the reception here."

"Nor that in my house. You will survive, Jenna." I frowned. Any possible lie I wished to give, Snow was cancelling it.

"Snow, I’d prefer a familiar face."

"Then I can arrange for you to be sent to your parents’s pack." My frown deepened, and before I could bring up another excuse, his next words shattered my heart. "I would not want to inconvenience my wife. I doubt you’d love my wife’s hospitality as well. She’s not a familiar face, so I can’t bring you in."

"His wife? Snow Zephyr, my dream husband has a wife? No way."

"You need to up your game, Jenna. You cannot lose," my wolf, Gem, advised.

"Now that you understand, good. So keep up."

Like a jellyfish, I alighted from his car and followed him towards the reception. I knew that any more excuses I gave would only irk him further.

But I was far from being done. I texted my father as well, informing him of this big slipup no one had told me about. If not, I would have separated them already.

"Well, not too late. I can arrange for that."