Seeing the price tag, Lyla quietly set the music box back down.
“You’re not going to buy it?”
“No.”
Lyla quickly made an excuse.
“I don’t particularly like music boxes. It would just end up collecting dust.”
Aslan stared at her intently, as if he had already seen through her lie.
Avoiding his sharp gaze, Lyla walked over to the opposite display case, where smaller and simpler items were arranged.
She picked up a comb adorned with delicate floral patterns.
“I’ll buy this instead.”
The comb was a gift for Sophia. With her curly hair requiring constant care in the morning and at night, Sophia often complained that she could always use a new comb. Lyla was sure she would love it.
‘Oh my, how wonderful!’
Imagining Sophia clapping her hands in delight, Lyla smiled to herself.
She carried the comb to the counter, where the shopkeeper, who had been closely observing the customers, quickly approached her.
“Oh, you have a keen eye, miss! That comb is…”
With an awkward expression, Lyla listened as the shopkeeper enthusiastically rambled on about how exquisite the item was and how incredibly lucky she was to have chosen it.
“…So, although it was difficult for me to acquire, I’ll offer it to you at this special price.”
Hearing the price, Lyla was taken aback. She hadn’t expected a simple comb to cost so much.
Her hand, gripping her purse, hesitated—unable to take out the money.
Then—
“How much for both of these?”
A hand suddenly reached out from behind her, casually placing a small, jewelry-box-like music box beside the comb.
The shopkeeper’s eyes widened, and Lyla, equally surprised, turned around to look at Aslan.
“With both of them together… Hmm, I can give you this price.”
“Here it is.”
Without hesitation, Aslan pulled out a stack of bills. Instead of waiting for change, he picked up the music box and the comb, then handed them to Lyla.
“It’s a gift.”
“…My room is still full of your gifts, most of them unopened.”
“Then consider this a return gift for my birthday present.”
Lyla’s grip on the music box tightened. After a brief hesitation, she asked,
“Did you… receive the gift?”
“As soon as you left.”
“What did you think of it?”
Her voice was careful, almost hesitant.
“If you didn’t like it, you don’t have to use it. Scents are a matter of personal preference, after all.”
Even knowing that, Lyla had chosen to give Aslan perfume. She had wanted her presence to linger with him, even in her absence.
For the same reason, the first gift she had ever given him was a fountain pen. The second year, she had given him another.
She had saved up for months through side jobs to afford those gifts. But no matter how expensive they were to her, they were surely nothing more than trinkets to Aslan, one of the wealthiest men in the nation.
She never expected him to carry them with him. She couldn’t force him to use her gifts.
And yet, deep down, she had always wished that he would.
“Every time I thought of the wife who gave it to me, I used it. I tried to use it sparingly, but it’s already below the neck of the bottle.”
At his words, an unguarded, radiant smile spread across Lyla’s face.
She was delighted to know he had used her gift so often.
Cautiously, she inhaled.
He had only brought a few sets of clothes with him, and she doubted he had used any perfume during their journey. But now that she had heard his words, she imagined she could catch a hint of the scent she had chosen for him.
“I was wondering what to do once I ran out,” Aslan mused. “You’ll just have to give me another one next time, won’t you?”
“I can tell you which perfumer I commissioned.”
Aslan shook his head at Lyla’s attempt to refuse.
“My memory isn’t very good, you see. It would be better if you gave me another one next time.”
An outright lie.
Lyla knew all too well how exceptional his memory was.
But instead of calling him out on it, she simply ran her fingers over the music box he had given her.
She opened the lid, wound the key, and let go. A clear, delicate melody filled the air.
A small smile formed on her lips.
And before the tune faded, she whispered softly,
“I will.”
Since he had given her a gift she truly loved, she would return the favor.
It was the faintest murmur, barely above a breath.
But Aslan, whose senses were unnervingly sharp—at least when it came to Lyla—caught every single word.
And so, a radiant smile, just like hers, bloomed on his face.
I think you missed a chapter when posting.
oh no actually in the end of ch 74 Lyla decided it’s time to finally have a conversation with Aslan and in this chapter she has approached him with the excuse of going to Eres. So while it may look like a sudden change, it’s just a time skip to the main plot. Hope this helped in some way 😊💗