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Chapter 128
I blinked, caught off guard by the question. "I’m still figuring that out."
He smiled, a hint of admiration in his eyes. "That’s honest. I like that but I believe Snow does."
As we sat there, the conversation grew more personal, the barriers between us slowly lowering. I couldn’t explain it, but with every passing mont, I felt more at ease with Zade.
There was sothing about him—an unspoken understanding, a warmth that felt strangely familiar.
And yet, a tiny voice in the back of my mind reminded of the complications that had already ford around this young, talented, handso man.
But for now, sitting in the sun with Zade, the world felt a little less complicated than it should.
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I returned to the mansion right when the sun was setting. The drive back had been quiet, but my thoughts weren’t. My conversation with Zade stayed in my mind—the simple way he talked, the warmth in his eyes, and the odd feeling of familiarity that I couldn’t fully identify.
Why? I found myself asking but got no response whatsoever.
In my past life, none of the occurrences I experienced in this third rebirth ever occurred, leaving feeling like I was living for the first ti.
Shaking off the thoughts, I opened the front door, the house’s stillness greeting . I made my way upstairs to my room.
Pushing the door open, I gasped when I saw Snow sitting on the armchair in the corner, his arms crossed and a faint smirk playing on his lips.
"Snow," I said, clutching the door handle. "You scared ."
"That wasn’t my intention," he replied teasingly.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, closing the door behind .
"Waiting for you," he said simply, keeping his gaze steady on . "How was your outing?"
I smiled, setting my bag on the bed. "Relaxing. How was your day?"
"Productive," he replied. His eyes flickered to the bed, and I followed his gaze, noticing a small gift box nestled among the pillows.
I arched an eyebrow, looking back at him. "What’s this?"
He tilted his chin toward the box. "Go on. Open it."
Curiosity sparked, and I picked up the box, inspecting it briefly before untying the ribbon. Lifting the lid, I froze, my breath catching as I stared at the brand-new car key resting inside.
"Snow..." I muttered, lifting it carefully and not really sure how to proceed or what to say.
"It’s about ti, isn’t it?" he said, rising from his seat to stand beside .
I looked up, eting his gaze while my lips parted in awe.
"As my wife," he began softly, "you should ride in a style befitting your status. But I didn’t just get you this for appearances or to replace your old car." He paused, his eyes softening. "It’s a gift—for everything you’ve done and for being who you are."
Emotion swelled in my chest, leaving montarily speechless.
"Co," he said, taking my hand. "There’s more. I know you’ll like it."
He led to the balcony, the cool evening breeze brushing against my skin. He gestured for to press the button on the key fob.
I felt a mix of excitent and nervousness as I pressed it.
The next mont, the soft purr of an engine ca from below. My jaw dropped as my eyes landed on the sleek, tallic beauty parked in the driveway. It was a Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300 , gleaming under the soft light of the mansion’s exterior.
"Do you like it?" His voice broke from my train of thought as my heartbeat sped up.
"Snow..." My voice faltered as I turned to him, tears brimming in my eyes. "Like? I bloody love it!"
Without thinking, I threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly. His laughter rumbled in his chest as he lifted off my feet, spinning around before setting down gently.
"Thank you so much," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "It ans so much to ."
"I’m glad you like it." His smile was wide and genuine. "Because we’re taking it for a ride. Consider it your test run."
Snow held my hand as we exited my room and monts later, we were in the car. The interior was as breathtaking as the exterior, every detail thoroughly crafted.
I ran my hands over the smooth leather steering wheel, marvelling at the luxury of it all.
"Ready?" he asked, his tone playful.
I grinned, starting the engine. The car humd to life, its power evident even at idle. Snow directed toward the open road, and as I pressed on the accelerator, the car surged forward with a grace and speed that took my breath away.
The wind whipped through my hair as I navigated the winding roads, Snow’s occasional chuckles making smile.
"You’re a natural," he approved.
"This is incredible," I enunciated, glancing at him briefly before focusing back on the road. "Thank you, Snow. Really."
"You deserve it," he replied simply, his gaze fixed on rather than the road.
By the ti we returned to the mansion, the sky had turned a deep indigo and stars were beginning to twinkle faintly. I parked the car carefully, my hands reluctant to let go of the steering wheel.
"Enjoyed yourself?" Snow asked as we stepped out.
"More than you can imagine," I replied, my smile wide.
He chuckled, placing a hand on the small of my back as we walked inside. "Good. You’ve earned it."
Upon getting inside, his chauffeur, Scott, was waiting for us at the door.
At once, he handed Snow a white towel to wipe his face in and presented with a little white handkerchief that slled of vanilla.
"Thank you," I appreciated with a nod as we walked in.
"Congratulations, Madam Zara, on your new car." My lips pulled back in a smile as I nodded.
"Thank you. By the way, where are Aira and Storm? The house looks too quiet."
Snow stopped beside as though only realising his sister and his nephew’s absence. "She said she was taking him to see the teor showers tonight."
Before I could speak, Snow froze midway. I sensed the change in him and looked at his face. He looked shocked and sohow relieved a few seconds later.
I couldn’t explain what was going on, but I knew it wasn’t simple. Where had Aira gone to this night with little Storm?
Was she still bothered about her mates?
Even though I knew I should have called her, I wanted her to figure things out and see if a new mate was what she desired.
That aside, although her previous mate treated her poorly, I could tell Zade was a good person. Perhaps all she needs is the right nudge.
I shifted my attention back to Snow.
"It’s tonight..." He shot a glance at Scott. "What’s the ti?"
"Sir, it’s 8 p.m."
Snow’s lips pulled back so more. "Great. It’s tonight by 11 p.m.." He turned to swiftly, his hand holding mine as he gazed deeply into my eyes. "How about one more drive before we call it a night?"
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