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.

ordered flowers for you,” he continued, scanning the room. “Please come sign

hush fell over the

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moment the florist’s clerk stepped into the office carrying a

buzzed with murmurs.

flowers, then toward Nora, as

coworkers.

really lucky today,” a colleague remarked,

roses on Valentine’s Day? That’s classic romance,”

strange feeling settled in her chest… not excitement, not joy,

would never send her flowers.

had been lifeless for years,

it was over.

never cared about grand gestures, and certainly not about

name. She had no choice but to

polite thanks to the delivery clerk before

her office.

scent of roses, rich and overwhelming, filled the space as she set

hands, she plucked the envelope nestled among the petals

*Happy Valentine’s Day.*

no hint of identity.

flicker of recognition stirred in her mind, but

door swung open. Leo

out a low whistle

someone’s got a secret admirer,” he teased, crossing his arms as he leaned against

exhaled, barely reacting.

roses, top–tier quality. Whoever sent these isn’t holding back. At the very least, they want

coolly. “It’s not

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