"Brother, what do you mean by that?" Connor asked.
"What do you think I mean? I'm proposing to her and asking her to be my girlfriend. Duh," he replied snarkily.
Connor raised his brow.
"And have you thought of the possibility that she might reject you?" He asked, wanting to slightly taunt his brother.
James reacted as if someone had just slapped his face.
His eyes widened.
"You don't think…"
Connor nodded.
"There's always a possibility, brother," Connor said honestly.
James stayed silent before walking to his bedside and slowly taking something from the drawer of his nightstand.
"What's that?" Connor asked as James took out a velvet box.
"That's not a ring, is it? You're not that desperate to ask her to be your wife or something, are you?" Connor asked seriously.
James sniggered.
"It's not a ring, brother. See for yourself," he said as he slowly and carefully opened the velvet box.
Connor gasped.
"Isn't that your mother's necklace that she gave you to-
