"By the way, there's actually something else I haven't given you yet."
Sylvia's eyes darted away shyly as she spoke, her cheeks slightly flushed. She seemed a little embarrassed, especially after hearing that Timothy was heading to the Alchemy Conference.
Timothy, momentarily caught off guard by Sylvia's beauty, felt his heart skip a beat. Then, a wave of excitement surged through him.
"Something else you haven't given me?" he asked, his mind racing.
He suddenly remembered the gift Sylvia had given him on Valentine's Day.
A brassiere...
The faint scent of Sylvia still lingered on it, stored away in his spatial ring, the fragrance never quite fading.
Not wanting to embarrass her further, Timothy had never brought up the brassiere again. But now, Sylvia was saying there was another gift she hadn't given him yet.
What could possibly compare to the brassiere? And something she had prepared for so long?
