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

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

“Excuse me! May I ask which one of you is Ms. Sarah?”

Sarah turned to see a delivery man standing at the doorway, holding an elegant bouquet of fresh roses.

“Someone has ordered flowers for you,” he continued, scanning the room. “Please come sign for them.”

A hush fell over the office.

The moment the florist’s clerk stepped into the office carrying a large bouquet of red roses, the room buzzed with murmurs.

Eyes darted toward the flowers, then toward Sarah, as whispers of speculation rippled through her coworkers.

“Wow, someone’s really lucky today,” a colleague remarked, nudging another with an amused grin.

“That has to be from her partner, right? Red roses on Valentine’s Day? That’s classic romance,” another mused, their tone tinged with envy.

Sarah, however, remained impassive. A strange feeling settled in her chest... not excitement, not joy, but something closer to suspicion.

Arnold would never send her flowers.