Velma returned home with the ice cream.
She seemed not to notice anything amiss. She changed her shoes, took off her coat, and sat on the sofa, ready to try the ice cream.
She scooped up a spoonful and put it into her mouth. Then, as if she had remembered something, she set the ice cream on the coffee table without even swallowing that bite, got up, and walked into the bedroom.
"Ah, I knew I left it here!" Velma picked up a bracelet from beside the bedside table and felt relieved.
After putting away the bracelet, Velma returned to the living room and immediately spotted the ice cream on the coffee table. Just as she was about to walk over and continue her previous plan, she suddenly clutched her lower abdomen.
Frowning, she entered the washroom and closed the door. Nearly twenty minutes later, she finally came out. Upon seeing the ice cream on the coffee table again, she wanted to walk over to it.
At that moment, the room door was suddenly pushed open, and Aaron, who had just gotten off work, walked in.
Aaron greeted her, took off his coat and changed his shoes as well, then noticed the ice cream on the coffee table.
"What is this...?" Aaron asked.
The person who had made the ice cream was highly skilled. Its top had been swirled into a beautiful spiral, with pink strawberry jam evenly drizzled from top to bottom. Although a scoop had damaged its shape slightly, it still looked incredibly tempting.
The moment Velma saw the ice cream, she remembered. Smiling, she replied, "Ah, I bought it on my way back and forgot to eat it."
As she spoke, she walked toward the coffee table and bent down to pick up the ice cream. Suddenly,