“I wasn’t planning to tell you this,” she said, almost whispering. “I’ve actually been thinking about marrying you. Spencer, haven’t you always complained that I don’t care enough? That everyone around us is getting married, having kids, and you’re still waiting for me to settle down?”
“Spencer.” She slipped her hand out of Gideon’s grip, reached into her pocket, and pulled out the watch I’d wanted for years.
Then she stepped closer to me. “I can forgive your tantrum. I won’t hold it against you, even though you went too far this time. But you need to promise me, no more acting like this. If Gideon hadn’t been here today, we would’ve been fighting again. Don’t you think so?”
“Spencer,” she said softly.
She opened the box. The diamonds inside caught the light and sparkled.
“I always remember what you like and what you don’t. So, can you stop being angry now?”
She lifted the watch, ready to put it on my wrist.
Behind her, I heard Gideon mutter in a mocking tone, “Only Dahlia would spoil someone like you. A spoiled man who doesn’t know how to behave, who else would tolerate that except her?”