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Chapter 161

He gave a half–smile. “I had some contract issues to go over. Figured I might as well take care of them before heading home.”

Nora opened her laptop, ready to discuss the contracts. If there was more to his words, she didn’t seem to catch it….or maybe she did and chose to ignore it.

Seeing her dive straight into business, Cole let out a quiet exhale. He had expected that.

They discussed the details of the contracts for a while before Cole finally closed his folder, signaling the conversation was over. He stood up but hesitated for a brief moment before speaking again.

“Nora.”

She looked up from her screen. “What’s wrong?”

Cole wanted to say: tomorrow is Valentine’s Day.

But he eyed her carefully for a moment, then smiled and shook his head. “Nothing.”

Cole turned and left without another word.

The next morning, the office was buzzing with energy. When Nora stepped inside, several of her colleagues greeted her with cheerful expressions.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Nora!”

She blinked in surprise.

Valentine’s Day?

She had completely forgotten.

Before she could even process the realization, a voice called out from the entrance.

“Excuse me! May I ask which one of you is Ms. Nora?”

Nora turned to see a delivery man standing at the doorway, holding an elegant bouquet of fresh roses.

for you,” he continued, scanning the

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the florist’s clerk stepped into the office carrying a large bouquet

buzzed with murmurs.

darted toward the flowers, then toward Nora, as

coworkers.

lucky today,” a colleague remarked, nudging another with an amused

her partner, right? Red roses on Valentine’s Day? That’s classic romance,” another mused, their tone tinged with

in her chest… not excitement,

would never send her flowers.

Their relationship had been lifeless for years, reduced to mere

was over.

had never cared about grand gestures, and certainly not about celebrating Valentine’s Day. Yet, the

She had no

and murmured a polite thanks to the delivery clerk

her office.

overwhelming, filled the space as

plucked the envelope nestled among the petals and slid out the card.

*Happy Valentine’s Day.*

of identity. But the handwriting… she

in her

she could dwell on it further, the door swung open. Leo strode in, his eyes immediately landing

let out a low whistle and

he teased, crossing his arms as he leaned against her

barely reacting. “Unlikely.”

isn’t holding back. At the very least, they

coolly. “It’s not Arnold.”