"Then if you wear this necklace for a month without taking it off, I'll forgive you! How about that?"
"A lady's necklace?" Liam Yancey furrowed his brows, staring at the white coral necklace before him, somewhat troubled.
Though the necklace was beautiful, it was a woman's accessory, and it would be unseemly not just for him, a virile man, but even for men with a more feminine air—wearing it in public would probably turn him into a laughingstock.
"Not willing?" Seeing the man's troubled expression, Tara Summer withdrew the necklace, shrugged her shoulders, and said, "If you're unwilling, forget it. I can see you don't care about me. Let's not take the wedding photos for now. We should sleep in separate rooms until I cool down!"
"Tara?..."
"That's settled then!" Tara stood up and waved her hand at him, "I'm going to find Emma; don't follow me!"
