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.

realization, a

May I ask which one of you is Ms.

standing at the doorway, holding an

he continued, scanning the

fell

stepped into the office carrying a

then toward Sarah, as whispers of speculation

lucky today," a colleague

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

however, remained impassive. A strange feeling settled in her

would never send

lifeless for years, reduced to mere technicalities, and now, it

celebrating Valentine's Day. Yet, the card bore her name. She had no

bouquet and murmured a polite thanks to the delivery clerk

roses, rich and overwhelming, filled the space as she set

nestled among the petals and slid out the

*Happy Valentine's Day.*

no hint of identity. But the handwriting... she had

of recognition stirred in her mind, but the connection was elusive. Before she could dwell on it further, the door swung open. Leo strode in, his eyes immediately landing on the

admirer," he teased, crossing his

exhaled, barely

these isn't holding back. At the very least, they want to

his gaze coolly. "It's not

his head.

style. Not his handwriting." She tapped the card with her finger

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