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 room.

hush fell over the

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

buzzed with murmurs.

flowers, then toward Nora,

coworkers.

a colleague remarked, nudging another with an amused grin.

Valentine’s Day? That’s classic romance,” another mused, their

strange feeling settled in her chest… not excitement, not

never send her

relationship had been lifeless for

was over.

gestures, and certainly not about

She had no choice but to accept it.

thanks to the delivery clerk before walking briskly back to

her office.

space as she set them down

nestled among the petals and

*Happy Valentine’s Day.*

no hint of identity. But the handwriting… she had

in her mind, but

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

bouquet. He let out a low whistle and arched

secret admirer,” he teased, crossing his arms as

barely reacting.

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

gaze coolly.

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