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?”

said smoothly, though the ease in his tone didn’t quite

actions.

exhaled, shifting her weight slightly. “You

“I know.”

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

on a whim.

silence stretched between them, thick with

the neatly packed boxes nearby, “Want

hesitated for a second

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

fireworks were neatly packed New

sweets, festive decorations, and small handcrafted trinkets

children.

as she turned to Cole, a question

mind.

“This is too

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

she could continue, Cole spoke, his tone firm but calm.

it had

these? That made it harder to turn

back to her car. “Then

return.”

into the shopping bags she had placed in the backseat, pulling out a few carefully chosen gifts.

Cole–small festive items, sweets, and a

A return gift.”

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

caught his eye.

a small, hand–knitted snowflake

picked it up, running his fingers lightly over

there was a hint of pride in her tone.

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