Theodore's words hung in the air.
Emilia stood completely paralyzed.
She stared at him in disbelief.
When he mentioned bringing lawyers over, she had assumed he wanted to draft a prenuptial agreement.
Before marrying Tyler, she had signed an ironclad prenup. The Erickson Group was a massive corporate empire, and Tyler had to protect the shareholders.
Since The Glenn Group was one of Alden City's top three giants, she naturally expected Theodore to do exactly the same.
But instead, Theodore was casually offering to put every single one of his private assets into a joint trust—effectively chaining his entire net worth to her.
If they ever divorced, she would walk away with half of his multi-billion-dollar empire.
Wait, they weren't even married yet!
She had accepted his proposal, but they hadn't signed a marriage certificate or planned a wedding.
"What is wrong?" Theodore asked, noticing her stunned expression.
Emilia swallowed hard. "Theodore... I don't think this is a good idea."
He looked genuinely confused.
"These are your premarital assets," she explained gently.
"Exactly," Theodore smiled, as if stating the obvious. "And from now on, they belong to both of us."
"But what if we separate..." Emilia blurted out in a panic.
"Are we going to separate?" he asked, his gaze pinning her in place.
Staring into his dark, endlessly devoted eyes, Emilia couldn't find the words to respond.
"Sigh..."
Theodore let out a long breath. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist, and gently tilted her chin up. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.
"Even if something happens and we end up going our separate ways," he murmured, his voice intensely soft, "I want to know you will be taken care of. Having half my empire means you will never have to worry about surviving ever again, right?"
A tidal wave of emotion crashed over her. Throwing caution to the wind, Emilia stood on her tiptoes and crashed her lips against his.
He instantly tightened his grip, pulling her flush against his chest as he deepened the kiss with a ravenous hunger.
They stayed locked together for a long time, completely lost in each other.
When they finally broke apart, Emilia kept her head down, her cheeks burning with a furious blush.
"I still need to think about whether I am accepting all of this," she whispered.
"Mhm," Theodore hummed. His voice had dropped an octave, heavy with dark, seductive tension.
Emilia could feel the undeniable shift in his body, but they were standing in his study, not the master bedroom.
The sheer intensity of his desire made her heart race wildly.
Desperate to change the subject, a thought suddenly crossed her mind. "By the way, why doesn't Xenia live here at the estate?"
Theodore ran a hand through his hair, shot her a highly amused look, and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Because she is practically living with her new boyfriend."

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