Crippled Luna's Farewell: Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception

Chapter 161

Chapter 161

For a moment, she hesitated. Then, she answered.

"Sarah." His voice was as steady as always, deep and composed. "I ordered some fireworks a while ago. Abby mentioned she wanted you to have some."

Sarah instinctively began to refuse. "That's not necessary-"

"It was Abby's request," Cole interrupted smoothly, leaving no room for argument.

A brief silence stretched between them before Sarah sighed, conceding. "Fine. Where do I pick them up?"

"I had them delivered," he said simply. "You'll see when you get there."

Later That Afternoon;

Just past 2:00 p.m., Sarah pulled into the designated location, expecting to pick up the fireworks Cole had arranged to be sent.

But when she stepped out of the car, she didn't find a delivery truck or a stack of neatly packed boxes waiting for her.

Instead, she found **Cole himself** standing there.

She stopped in her tracks.

Cole was dressed in a dark, tailored coat, his stance as composed as ever. The winter breeze toyed with the strands of his dark hair, but he remained unmoved, his gaze resting on her the moment she arrived.

Sarah's brows lifted slightly. "I thought you said they'd be delivered."

quirked, just

narrowed in mild suspicion. "You just happen to be here,

in his tone didn't quite

her weight slightly. "You didn't have

"I know."

he said it-so effortlessly, yet firm enough that she knew he wasn't here on

between them, thick

boxes nearby. "Want me to help

for a second before nodding.

over the phone, but when she opened the trunk of her car, what she saw caught

were neatly packed New Year's gifts-wrapped carefully, each package exuding

festive decorations,

as she turned to Cole, a

much," she said, shaking her head. "I can't accept all

she could continue, Cole spoke, his tone firm but calm.

it had just been from Cole, she

Abby-sweet, thoughtful Abby-had personally prepared these? That made it harder to

her car. "Then let me at least

into the shopping bags she had placed in the backseat, pulling out a

craft she

them without protest, his gaze flickering over the neatly

the items was a small,

up, running his fingers lightly over the

casual, but there was a hint of pride in her tone.

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