After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret

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?”

he said smoothly, though the ease in his tone didn’t quite hide the deliberation behind his

actions.

her weight slightly. “You didn’t

“I know.”

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

a

moment of silence stretched between

Cole motioned toward the neatly packed boxes nearby, “Want me to help load them

second before

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

were neatly packed New Year’s gifts–wrapped

decorations, and small

children.

as she turned to Cole, a question already forming in

mind.

“This is too

shaking her head. “I

could continue, Cole spoke, his tone firm but

of Abby, Nora hesitated. If it had

Abby–had personally prepared these? That

a brief pause, she exhaled and turned back to her car. “Then let me at least

return.”

reached into the shopping bags she had placed in the

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

A return gift.”

without protest, his gaze flickering over the neatly

caught his eye.

items was a small, hand–knitted snowflake charm.

his fingers lightly over the delicate threads. “What’s

was a hint