Chapter 550 A Unique Proposal
Maggie propped her chin up with her hands and said, "I never thought about taking over the company, and besides, the Jackson family is weird. My dad's illness was strange too. Now we have to see if Melissa will let him go. The Jackson family gives me the feeling that Melissa is the one in charge."
"You mean the one who had leukemia and almost died?"
"Yeah," Maggie said. "Let's see when they come tomorrow. Fiorello, my back hurts, it's killing me."
"I'll give you a massage," Fiorello said. "Soak your feet, then go to the room, and I'll give you a massage."
Just what he wanted.
"Okay."
Maggie happily dried her feet. As she was about to put on her shoes, Fiorello bent down and picked her up. "How can I let you walk this short distance?"
It was a suite with one bedroom and a living room.
There were two beds in the room.
Fiorello placed her on the bed. Maggie lay on her stomach and pointed to her back. "Start massaging."
Ever since the car accident years ago, Maggie often had back pain. During her pregnancy, the load on her back was heavy, and she usually couldn't walk for long.
Fiorello straddled Maggie's calves, lifted her shirt, and rubbed his hands together to warm them before starting the massage.
This way, his hands wouldn't feel cold to her.
Maggie lay there enjoying it, thinking about the day they signed the divorce papers. She couldn't imagine whatshe and Fiorello would have today.
Every day they had was hard-earned, and Maggie cherished it.
Fiorello suddenly said, "I talked to my dad about us having a wedding."
Maggie got a bit nervous hearing this. "How did you bring it up with your dad?"
She hadn't thought about having a wedding and was a bit scared.
"Maggie, I want you to marry into the Flores family with pride and honor."
Maggie fell silent. She stared at the floor, not knowing how to respond to Fiorello.
After a while, she turned over and lay on her back, asking him, "What did your dad say? Did he agree?"
"He left it up to me," Fiorello said as he massaged Maggie's sore legs. "My dad has come around."
Maggie was quite surprised, considering she had really hurt Kimberly before.
Fiorello's deep eyes narrowed slightly, understanding her thoughts. He said tenderly, "Maggie, life is at most seventy years. When I met you, I was already thirty. That leaves forty years, and out of those forty years, ten are spent in old age, leaving thirty. Half of that is night, leaving fifteen. Then take away time spent apart for work, misunderstandings, and gatherings with friends, and the days we can truly be together are very few."
This heartfelt confession made Maggie's heart tremble. "Why does this sound so familiar? Where did you copy it from?"
"Maggie, no matter where the words come from, the feelings are unique and real," Fiorello said softly. "I just want to cherish every minute with you, so that when we're old, we have no regrets. Some things need to be done while we're young and passionate."
Fiorello sat on her, and she lay on the bed. The intimate position and the heartfelt confession made it hard for Maggie to control herself if she weren't on her period.
Maggie lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on her flat stomach. She said, "Fiorello, this time, I might really not be able to get pregnant again. My luck has run out."
"I've thought carefully about what you're concerned about and discussed it with my dad. If our marriage needs a child to sustain it, then I've failed," Fiorello said, gently caressing Maggie's stomach.
Once, this stomach had carried his son. Once, he had felt the baby move inside.
He said, "The end goal of love isn't to have a child, but to reach the end of life together. I don't want to imprison him in darkness for the sake of others' opinions. Maggie, marry me."
As he spoke, Fiorello, like a magician, produced a rose with a twenty-carat diamond ring on it.
Maggie was immediately moved to tears. "Who proposes on a bed?"
He smiled slightly. "This is unique. If you weren't on your period, I'd want to make love."
"Fiorello," Maggie blushed. Fiorello was being cheeky.
He leaned down and kissed her lips, asking, "Will you marry me?"
Maggie turned her head, hiding her smile without saying a word.
Fiorello kissed her again. "Will you marry me?"
He kissed her again and tickled her, making Maggie laugh and cry. "I will."
Fiorello slipped the twenty-carat diamond ring onto her finger. "My Mrs. Flores, please take care of me for the rest of our lives."
"Maggie, I've been thinking, I'm worried about your dad," Arya rushed in, and seeing the scene in the room, she awkwardly backed out.
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