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

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the office carrying a large bouquet of red roses, the room

buzzed with murmurs.

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

coworkers.

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

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

impassive. A strange feeling settled in her chest… not excitement, not joy, but something closer

would never send

was a certainty. Their relationship had been lifeless for years, reduced to mere

it was

grand gestures, and certainly not

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

bouquet and murmured a polite thanks to the

her office.

filled the space as

nestled among the

*Happy Valentine’s Day.*

no hint of identity. But the handwriting…

recognition stirred in her mind, but the connection

the door swung open.

low whistle and arched

a secret admirer,” he teased, crossing his arms as he

barely

top–tier quality. Whoever sent these isn’t holding back. At the very least, they want to impress you.”

his gaze coolly. “It’s not

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