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

Chapter 175

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.

she could even process the realization, a voice called out from

ask which one of you

standing at the doorway, holding an elegant bouquet of fresh

you," he continued, scanning

fell over

stepped into the office carrying a large bouquet of

the flowers, then toward Sarah, as whispers of

lucky today," a colleague remarked, nudging another

be from her partner, right? Red roses on Valentine's Day? That's classic

strange feeling settled in her chest... not excitement,

would never

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

and certainly not about celebrating Valentine's Day. Yet, the card bore her name.

polite thanks to the delivery clerk

scent of roses, rich and overwhelming, filled the space as she set them down on her

hands, she plucked the envelope nestled among the petals

*Happy Valentine's Day.*

hint of identity. But the

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 bouquet. He let out a low whistle

admirer," he teased, crossing his arms as he leaned against

exhaled, barely

quality. Whoever sent these isn't holding

his gaze

tilted his head.

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

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