Chapter 147

Chapter 147

For a moment, she hesitated. Then, she answered.

“Nora.” His voice was as steady as always, deep and composed. “I ordered some fireworks a while ago.

Abby mentioned she wanted you to have some.”

Nora instinctively began to refuse. “That’s not necessary-”

“It was Abby’s request,” Cole interrupted smoothly, leaving no room for argument.

A brief silence stretched between them before Nora sighed, conceding. “Fine. Where do I pick them up?”

“I had them delivered,” he said simply. “You’ll see when you get there.”

Later That Afternoon;

Just past 2:00 p.m., Nora pulled into the designated location, expecting to pick up the fireworks Cole had arranged to be sent.

But when she stepped out of the car, she didn’t find a delivery truck or a stack of neatly packed boxes waiting for her.

Instead, she found **Cole himself** standing there.

She stopped in her tracks.

Cole was dressed in a dark, tailored coat, his stance as composed as ever. The winter breeze toyed with the strands of his dark hair, but he remained unmoved, his gaze resting on her the moment she arrived.

Nora’s brows lifted slightly. “I thought you said they’d be delivered.”

His lips quirked, just slightly. “They were.”

Her eyes narrowed in mild suspicion. “You just happen to be here, then?”

though the ease in

actions.

shifting her weight slightly. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know.”

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about the way he said it–so effortlessly, yet firm enough that she knew

on a

silence stretched between them, thick with things

packed boxes nearby, “Want me to help load them

hesitated for a second before

had mentioned over the phone, but

neatly packed New Year’s gifts–wrapped carefully, each package exuding

of traditional sweets, festive decorations, and small handcrafted trinkets meant for

children.

her lips together as she turned to

mind.

“This is too

said, shaking her head. “I can’t accept all of this.”

continue, Cole spoke, his tone firm but calm. “They’re

mention of Abby, Nora hesitated. If it had just been from Cole, she would have refused outright.

prepared these? That

a brief pause, she exhaled and turned back to her car. “Then

return.”

bags she had placed in the

handed them to Cole–small festive items, sweets, and a craft she had worked on. “These are

A return gift.”

his gaze flickering over the

caught his eye.

was a small, hand–knitted snowflake

lightly over

was a hint of pride in her tone.

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