Maggie's eyes snapped open in the darkness, her mind clearing as memories of Tom's words danced at the edges of her consciousness. She rolled onto her back, her gaze finding Tom standing in her room in the dead of night.

"Who's there?!" she blurted out, her voice tinged with sleep and confusion.

Tom's eyes burned with an intensity that sent fresh waves of recollection flooding Maggie's mind. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog of sleep.

With a shy rustle of sheets, she pulled the comforter over her head, hiding from Tom's penetrating gaze.

But Tom was relentless, flipping back the blanket. "You've been telling everyone you're hell-bent on marrying me. Have you gone mad?"

Maggie remained silent, turning away from him.

Undeterred, Tom pulled her to sit up. "I said yes."

Maggie's eyes widened in shock. "You said yes to what?"

Tom was dead serious. "To us getting married."

Maggie was bewildered. When exactly had she asked for his consent?

In a daze, Maggie felt like she had won the lottery-everything seemed unreal, floating in a state of disbelief.

"Have you been drinking?" she asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

Tom leaned in close. "Do I smell like booze?"

Maggie shook her head. "Then I must be dreaming."

her leg

"Ouch, yes!"

"Still dreaming?"

retaliation, she slapped Tom's shoulder, leaving her hand awkwardly hovering in the air, unsure of what to do

to explain, "You hit me, I hit you. We're

not quite

have agreed to let Vivian marry me,"

was incredulous. "No

to handle business affairs for a couple of years

and coax her, still groggy from sleep. "What's my

couldn't afford a house in Havenbrook within a decade. But now, given my job, I'm not eligible to inherit Byrne Enterprises. If Mom

treat me well, what about when you get married? You'll have kids, and they'll inherit

not saints. Mom built a company from the ground up, and if she hands it over to you, then later to your kids, that's unfair

Maggie said naively. "I'll just leave it to your

were a blood relative, which you're not, you can't count on their

harsh reality; after all, her last

your

was time

"Marry me."

eyes, felt as if she'd been struck

identity. Marrying me would also infuriate Vivian, and... well,

"No way! I refuse, I vehemently refuse. First off, I don't even want Byrne Enterprises; I'll give it back to Mom when she's better. Second, I've got plenty of ways to deal with Vivian without resorting to extremes. And lastly!" Her face flushed as she

be Maggie's dark

too late," Tom

looked at him,

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