Stepping out of the mansion, Maggie walked forward towards the carriage and in the same intensity, she turned around to stop her feet when she saw Jerome following right behind her.
"What was that in there?" she demanded, her eyebrows knitted together.
Jerome could tell that Maggie was not angry but she was embarrassed for what he had spoken inside the mansion with Mr. Quinn, "I was asking your hand in marriage. Isn't that how it goes?" he questioned her.
Maggie pursed her lips. This vampire really was ahead when it came to his thoughts, "I never agreed to marry you, Mr. Wells," though her father had approved of the man, the vampiress wasn't ready for it. In the past, she had been hurt and she could still feel it stinging every time she remembered it.
"I know, Lady Maggie. I am aware of it but you cannot deny the possible attraction you feel for me."
"I never said anything like that," Maggie rolled her eyes, "You must be in your fantasy land."
