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.

he continued, scanning the room.

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florist’s clerk stepped into the office carrying a large bouquet of red roses,

buzzed with murmurs.

the flowers, then toward Nora, as whispers of speculation rippled through her

coworkers.

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

partner, right? Red roses on Valentine’s Day? That’s

feeling settled in her chest…

would never send

been lifeless for years, reduced to

was

about grand gestures, and certainly not about celebrating Valentine’s Day.

name. She had no

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.

plucked the envelope nestled among the petals and slid

*Happy Valentine’s Day.*

no hint of identity. But the handwriting… she had seen it before.

of recognition stirred in her mind, but

door swung open. Leo

let out a low whistle and arched an eyebrow.

admirer,” he teased, crossing his arms as

exhaled, barely reacting. “Unlikely.”

smirked. “Oh, come on. Red roses, top–tier quality. Whoever sent these isn’t holding back. At the very least,

gaze coolly. “It’s not Arnold.”