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

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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.”

His lips quirked, just slightly. “They were.”

Her eyes narrowed in mild suspicion. “You just happen to be here, then?”

“I was nearby,” he said smoothly, though the ease in his tone didn’t quite hide the deliberation behind his actions.

Sarah exhaled, shifting her weight slightly. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know.”

There was something about the way he said it—so effortlessly, yet firm enough that she knew he wasn’t here on a whim.

A moment of silence stretched between them, thick with things unspoken.

Then, Cole motioned toward the neatly packed boxes nearby. “Want me to help load them into your car?”

Sarah hesitated for a second before nodding. “Sure.”

She had expected to receive a few boxes of fireworks, as Cole had mentioned over the phone, but when she opened the trunk of her car, what she saw caught her off guard.

Nestled among the fireworks were neatly packed New Year’s gifts—wrapped carefully, each package exuding warmth.

There were boxes of traditional sweets, festive decorations, and small handcrafted trinkets meant for children.