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?”

ease in his

actions.

shifting her weight slightly. “You didn’t

“I know.”

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about the way he said it–so effortlessly, yet

a whim.

of silence stretched between them, thick with

Cole motioned toward the neatly packed boxes nearby, “Want me

hesitated for a second before nodding.

had expected to receive a few boxes of fireworks, as Cole had mentioned over the phone, but when she opened the trunk of

the fireworks were neatly packed New Year’s gifts–wrapped carefully,

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

children.

she turned to

mind.

“This is too

“I can’t accept

his tone firm but

it had just

thoughtful Abby–had personally prepared these? That

to her car. “Then let me at least give her something in

return.”

in the backseat, pulling out a few carefully

to Cole–small festive items, sweets, and a craft

A return gift.”

them without protest, his gaze flickering over the neatly wrapped presents before something

caught his eye.

was a small,

fingers lightly over the delicate threads. “What’s

was a hint

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