"Gift? What gift? I've given you such a hard time, and you still want to give me a gift?"
Rosalind Sullivan said a little embarrassed.
Dirk Carter laughed and said, "You'll know when it arrives."
A few minutes later, Yves Quill ran in, panting heavily.
He put down a beautifully wrapped box and left.
Dirk Carter pushed the box in front of Rosalind Sullivan and said, "Open it and take a look, you might like it."
Rosalind Sullivan looked a bit at a loss.
But she still opened it carefully.
In an instant.
Her mouth gaped in surprise.
Her face flushed all the way to her neck.
What appeared before her was a set of very exquisite lingerie, clearly the expensive kind.
"You... why did you give me this?"
Rosalind Sullivan asked shyly.
