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.

continued, scanning the room. “Please come

fell over the

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

buzzed with murmurs.

then toward Nora, as

coworkers.

a colleague remarked, nudging another with

from her partner, right? Red roses on Valentine’s Day?

settled in her chest… not excitement, not joy, but something closer to suspicion.

never send her flowers.

been lifeless for years, reduced to mere

was over.

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

She had no choice but to

a polite thanks to the delivery

her office.

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

she plucked the envelope nestled among the petals and slid out the card.

*Happy Valentine’s Day.*

hint of identity. But

recognition stirred in her mind,

she could dwell on it further, the door swung

low whistle and arched an eyebrow.

crossing his

exhaled, barely reacting. “Unlikely.”

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

coolly. “It’s not Arnold.”

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