Noah didn’t sleep. He spent the night staring at the ceiling of his tiny apartment, replaying Ethan’s words over and over like a broken record.“You’ll marry me.”“Half a billion dollars.”“Say yes.”He’d thought it was a joke at first.Until Ethan sent him a calendar invite titled Marriage Contract Proposal — 9:00 AM.So now, at exactly 8:59, Noah was standing in Ethan Cole’s penthouse office, coffee trembling slightly in his hand.Ethan looked infuriatingly calm behind his desk, scrolling through something on his laptop like he hadn’t just turned both their lives upside down.“You’re late,” Ethan said, without looking up.“It’s one minute to nine.”“In my world,” Ethan replied dryly, “that’s late.”Noah rolled his eyes, setting the coffee on the desk. “So, do I call you fiancé now, or should we wait until after the paperwork?”Ethan finally looked up, smirk tugging at his mouth. “Cute. Sit down.”Noah sat. “You’re serious about this.”“I don’t do jokes.” Ethan closed the laptop and
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