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

Chapter 175 He gave a half-smile. "I had scontract 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 csign 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.

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

He had never cared about grand gestures, and certainly not about celebrating Valentine's Day. Yet, the card bore her name. She had no choice but to accept it.

She took the bouquet and murmured a polite thanks to the delivery clerk before walking briskly back to her office.

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

With steady hands, she plucked the envelope nestled among the petals and slid out the card. *Happy Valentine's Day.* That was all it said. No name, no hint of identity. But the handwriting... she had seen it before.

A flicker 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 bouquet. He let out a low whistle and arched an eyebrow.

"Well, well, someone's got a secret admirer," he teased, crossing his arms as he leaned against her desk. Sarah exhaled, barely reacting. "Unlikely." Leo smirked. "Oh, con. Red roses, top-tier quality. Whoever sent these isn't holding back. At the very least, they want to impress you." She met his gaze coolly. "It's not Arnold." Leo tilted his head. "No?" "Not his style. Not his handwriting." She tapped the card with her finger before setting it down. "And even if it were, he wouldn't bother now."

Something flickered in Leo's expression... curiosity, maybe a trace Youthe of something else... but he masked it quickly. "Then that just makes it more intriguing, doesn't it?" Sarah shook her head. "Not really." MS He let out a tic sigh. "You're impossible. If it were me, I'd at least be curious. Maybe you have a secret rer who's been waiting f the right moment to confess." "I don't have tfor guessing games," she replied flatly. "I have a trip scheduled today. Silvermoon's central building. I need to check in there."

Leo leaned away from her desk, the playful glint still in his eyes. "You're seriously just going to brush off the fact that someone sent you a massive bouquet?" "Yes." She gathered a few documents, straightening them with practiced efficiency. "I have better things to do." Leo chuckled, lifting his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine. I won't press. But if another bouquet shows up tomorrow, don't say I didn't warn you." She ignored him and refocused on her work.

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