It was hard to tell whether Timothy had tightened his grip around Sylvia's waist just a little, or if Sylvia's half-step back wasn't really meant to avoid him at all.
After a moment, Sylvia was still gently held in his arms, not changing her position.
In fact, her stunningly beautiful face was now tinged with a faint blush.
"Ugh, I swear, you're getting bolder by the day," she muttered, trying to hide the flustered feeling in her chest.
It was true. From their early dates, where they were as polite as strangers, to the point where even holding hands was just a light touch of fingers, now Timothy was hugging her like she was his doll, without a care in the world, as if they'd been married for years.
Sylvia never imagined things would change so much in just a year.
