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."

just

mild suspicion. "You just

in his tone didn't quite hide the deliberation behind his

shifting her weight slightly. "You didn't have

"I know."

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

stretched between them, thick with

Cole motioned toward the neatly packed boxes nearby. "Want me to help load them into

a second

receive a few boxes of fireworks, as Cole had mentioned over the phone, but when she opened the trunk of her

were neatly packed New

traditional sweets, festive decorations, and small handcrafted

turned to Cole, a question already forming

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

spoke, his tone firm

hesitated. If it had just

Abby-had personally prepared these?

and turned back to her car. "Then let me at

had placed in

Cole-small festive items, sweets, and a craft she

protest, his gaze flickering over the neatly wrapped presents before something

the items was a small, hand-knitted snowflake

his fingers lightly

was casual, but there was a hint of pride in her tone. "I thought Abby might

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