But Hilda didn't flinch. A flash of revulsion crossed her face, and it cut through Jasper like a blade.
He'd been born with a silver spoon. He'd never wanted for anything his entire life. Women lined up at the crook of his finger. What Hilda had, countless others would kill for. Why couldn't she just let this go?
He shot to his feet, his voice dropping, edged with fury.
"Hilda, why can't you try to understand me?"
"You keep saying you want a wedding. Of course I want to give you one, but I can't! I have parents too. I have responsibilities!"
"I've already promised you that you're the only woman I'll ever love. Why won't you just believe me?"
Hilda didn't hear a word. Her voice was flat, mechanical. "Give it back."
Jasper's jaw clenched so tight the muscle twitched. He let out a cold laugh, then hurled the necklace into the busy road.
"No!"
Hilda screamed and lunged toward the traffic. Jasper yanked her back hard.
"Hilda, I'll say it again. I love you. I can give you everything except the title. If you won't think about yourself, at least think about your grandmother."
"I'll be waiting for your answer. Just say yes, and the wedding goes ahead next week as planned."