After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret

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.

scanning the room. “Please come sign for them.”

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clerk stepped into the office carrying

buzzed with murmurs.

flowers, then toward Nora, as whispers of speculation

coworkers.

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

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

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

never send

relationship had been lifeless for years, reduced to mere technicalities,

was over.

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

her name. She had no choice but to accept it.

murmured a polite thanks to the delivery clerk before walking

her office.

of roses, rich and overwhelming, filled the space as she set them down on her

nestled 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 it

her mind, but the connection was elusive.

door swung open. Leo strode in, his

bouquet. He let out a low

a secret admirer,” he teased, crossing

barely reacting. “Unlikely.”

roses, top–tier quality. Whoever sent these isn’t holding back.

met his gaze coolly.