Rose still couldn't believe Aaron's words. She didn't expect that the boy who gave her the necklace about 15 years ago was now in front of her.
"At first, I didn't remember this necklace either, but when I saw the engraving on the hook, I remembered this necklace was mine that my mother gave me on my 12th birthday one week before we met in Paris."
With a sad look, Rose looked directly into Aaron's eyes. "Do you want this necklace back? But this necklace has been with me for 15 years."
Aaron chuckled at the expression Rose showed. He slowly smoothed Rose's hair that was covering her face. "I'm not the type to ask back for something that I already gave away, Rose, especially if it's for someone special."
"Thank you." Rose gripped her necklace tightly. "But this doesn't mean I accept you, Aaron, I still haven't decided."
"I know. I won't force you, Rose."
