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Chapter 138
~Zara’s POV~
Later that night, I sat on the edge of my seat and stared at Snow, who was sitting on one of the couches in the living room with the same determined expression on his attractive face, his thoughts entirely elsewhere.
How could he not be worried with a threat like that?
First of all, they threatened him after breaking security and entering his property, particularly when they initially attacked us.
I sighed and opened the book in my hand.
Minding my business, I flipped through the pages of the lore book Zade gave me. I couldn’t shake the feeling of Snow’s eyes on me from across the room. He straightened on the couch, his body relaxed but his jaw tight.
"Something on your mind?" I asked, looking up.
He didn’t answer immediately, his gaze flickering to the book in my hands. "Where did you get that?"
"Zade gave it to me," I replied casually. "It’s fascinating."
His lips pressed into a thin line, and he leaned back slightly, his arms crossing over his chest. "Zade’s being awfully generous with his time."
I smiled faintly. "He’s just being kind. It’s nice to have someone to talk to."
Snow’s eyes darkened, and I could feel the tension radiating from him. "You don’t need anyone else to talk to, Zara. You have me."
I could have facepalmed as his words caught me off guard, but before I could respond, Snow stood abruptly and left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts—and the faint smile tugging at my lips.
Everything was getting to him and not in a good way, but I couldn’t deny it was cute.
"He sure as hell is jealous."
My phone buzzed on the table, drawing my attention away from the book.
It was another message from Zade: Hope the book is helping. Let me know if you want to visit the sanctuary again.
I realized I hadn’t responded to his messages all day and he was trying to get a conversation out of me, but somehow the only person I could think about was Snow.
I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the screen. I glanced at the doorway Snow had disappeared through and sighed.
Finally, I typed a response: Thank you, Zade. I’d love that.
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~Zara’s POV~
The soft morning sunlight streamed through the curtains as I adjusted my dress in front of the mirror. Today had started quietly enough, but that calm was shattered when a knock came at my door.
"Come in," I called, turning just as Snow stepped inside.
He was dressed in his usual sharp suit, his tie perfectly knotted, and his piercing eyes holding their usual authority. Yet, there was a glimmer of something else—amusement, perhaps?
"Good morning, Zara," he greeted.
"Good morning," I replied cautiously, wondering what had prompted his visit.
"You’re coming with me to the office today," he announced.
I arched an eyebrow. My curiosity had been piqued. "Oh? Why the sudden decision?" Not that it mattered; I planned on visiting the company today to check up on what Taylor had found.
"Let’s just say I prefer to keep my eyes on you today," he said with a smirk, his tone teasing yet firm.
I didn’t argue, but instead nodded and grabbed my bag. Within minutes, we were in the car, heading toward the company.
The company’s lobby bustled with activity as usual, employees moving about.
Snow and I made our way to the elevator, but as soon as we stepped into the executive floor, Taylor approached with a worried expression.
"Mr. Zephyr," she began, glancing between us, "there’s a guest waiting for you in your office."
Snow’s brow furrowed instantly. "A guest? Who let them in?"
Taylor hesitated. "Your father called and said it was urgent."
His expression darkened, and without another word, he strode toward his office, leaving me to follow closely behind.
When we entered, and I halted, my eyes immediately fell on the young woman seated on the plush couch. She was dressed impeccably in a pink blazer, a short skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, and silver heels that gleamed under the office lights.
Her glossy strawberry hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and her makeup was flawless.
"Jenna," Snow said flatly, his tone laced with irritation.
The woman—Jenna—rose from her seat, her face lighting up as she approached him. "Snow! It’s so good to see you again," she said, reaching out to touch his shoulder.
Before her hand could make contact, I stepped into the room, deliberately making my presence known. "Hey, hubby," I said brightly, my tone warm but with an edge of amusement. "You went in without your love?"
Both of them froze, turning to look at me. Snow’s lips twitched as if suppressing a smile, while Jenna’s eyes narrowed, the briefest flicker of annoyance crossing her face.
"Oh, and who might you be?" Jenna asked, her tone saccharine yet condescending.
"Zara," I said cheerfully, stepping closer to Snow and linking my arm through his. "Snow’s wife."
Her eyes widened slightly before she masked her surprise with a tight smile. "I see."
"I didn’t know Snow had a guest," I continued, looking up at him with mock surprise. "Did she come to discuss work?"
Snow’s expression remained unreadable, but his faint smirk betrayed his amusement at the situation.
"I was just catching up with Snow," Jenna said, recovering quickly. "I’ve recently joined the company, and I thought it would be nice to reacquaint ourselves."
"Oh, how lovely!" I said, feigning enthusiasm. "I’m sure HR will help you settle in. They’re wonderful at handling new hires."
Jenna’s smile faltered slightly, but she quickly countered. "Actually, I was thinking of working more closely with Snow. Perhaps as his personal assistant."
I blinked, then let out a soft laugh. "Oh, that’s adorable, but I’ve already got that role covered. And trust me, Snow doesn’t need another assistant. He’s barely able to keep up with my efficiency as it is."
Snow coughed lightly, clearly fighting back laughter, but he didn’t intervene.
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