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

Chapter 175

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."

Sarah 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.

"Sarah."

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 Sarah stepped inside, several of her colleagues greeted her with cheerful expressions.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Sarah!"

She blinked in surprise.

Valentine's Day?

She had completely forgotten.

the realization, a

I ask which

delivery man standing at the doorway,

for you," he continued, scanning the room. "Please come sign for

hush fell over the

stepped into the office carrying a large bouquet

flowers, then toward Sarah, as whispers of speculation rippled through her

someone's really lucky today," a colleague remarked, nudging another

her partner, right? Red roses on Valentine's Day? That's classic romance," another mused, their tone

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

never

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

about grand gestures, and certainly not about celebrating Valentine's Day. Yet, the card bore her name. She had no

bouquet and murmured a polite thanks to the delivery clerk before walking briskly back to her

rich and overwhelming, filled the space as she set

hands, she plucked the envelope nestled among the petals

*Happy Valentine's Day.*

was all it said. No name, no hint of identity. But the handwriting...

it further, the door swung open. Leo strode in, his eyes immediately landing on the bouquet. He let out a low

got a secret admirer," he teased,

exhaled, barely

on. Red roses, top-tier quality. Whoever sent these isn't holding back. At the very least, they want to impress

his gaze

his head.

his style. Not his handwriting." She tapped the card with her finger before setting it down. “And even if it were, he wouldn't