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."

lips quirked, just slightly.

"You

though the ease in his tone didn't

shifting her weight

"I know."

it-so effortlessly, yet

moment of silence stretched between them, thick

packed boxes nearby. "Want

hesitated for a second

of fireworks, as Cole had mentioned over the phone, but when she opened

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

boxes of traditional sweets, festive decorations,

her lips together as she turned

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

his tone firm but calm. "They're

mention of Abby, Sarah hesitated. If it had just

Abby-had personally prepared these? That

her car. "Then let me

in the

a craft she had worked

them without protest, his gaze flickering over the neatly wrapped presents before

was a small, hand-knitted

fingers lightly over the delicate threads.

but there was a hint of pride

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