"Amelia, I..." His voice was low and hoarse, filled with cautious hesitation and uncertainty, as if he were afraid of startling her, "I really like you... I want to marry you."
Amelia Miller's fingers curled slightly, and she coughed uncomfortably with her back to him. "You're proposing without a ring?"
Norton Foster was startled for a moment, then immediately stood up from the sofa, pulling Amelia toward the door.
Amelia stumbled, steadied herself, and then hurriedly asked, "Norton Foster, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm going to buy a wedding ring right now."
Amelia was startled and held onto the door frame to keep from being dragged away. "Stop kidding, I was just joking!"
"I'm not joking."
The man's voice was tense.
Since he was thirteen, he had been thinking about marrying her.
