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.

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

hush fell over the office.

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into the office carrying a large

buzzed with murmurs.

Nora, as whispers of speculation rippled through

coworkers.

a colleague remarked, nudging another

Red roses on Valentine’s Day? That’s

strange feeling settled in her chest…

send

been lifeless for years, reduced

it was

gestures, and certainly not about celebrating

no choice but

murmured a polite thanks to the delivery clerk before walking briskly back to

her office.

and overwhelming, filled the space as she set them down on her desk.

among the petals and slid out the card.

*Happy Valentine’s Day.*

was all it said. No name, no hint of identity. But the handwriting… she had seen

stirred in her

the door swung

He let out a low whistle and

secret admirer,” he teased, crossing his arms as

exhaled, barely

Whoever sent these isn’t

coolly. “It’s not Arnold.”

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