Sanford chuckled.

“Maggie, I didn't expect you to be a prophet.”

Maggie blushed and fell silent.

Sanford's gaze drifted from her face to their entwined hands. Realizing she had held his hand the whole time, he felt a wave of warmth.

Noticing this, Maggie quickly withdrew her hand, only for him to recapture it.

Their eyes met, and seeing Sanford's amused expression, her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red.

She tried to avoid his gaze, embarrassed.

Feeling as if they should leave the two alone, Rosalynn signaled Brian.

Brian understood and joked, “Sanford, it seems you're doing fine. Rosalynn and I will head home."

Sanford appreciated Brian's understanding.

“You should leave. Having Maggie's company is all I need. Maggie, would you stay with me?"

“Of course," Maggie answered promptly.

Because of her, he had been put in harm's way. She would do whatever he asked. Now, he only wanted her company. Of course, she would stay.

“So, we don't need to inform your parents, do we?" Brian asked, draping his arm around Rosalynn's shoulders.

“It's not a big deal. No need to inform them," Sanford responded.

Not a big deal?

A slight shift of the knife could have been fatal. Brian pondered this thought to himself.

"Sanford, take care and rest well. Maggie, we'll be leaving now."

Rosalynn waved them goodbye.

“Mr. Hughes, Rosalynn, thank you." Maggie stood up to bid them farewell.

“It's fine. Just take care of him. I'll arrange your leave for tomorrow," Rosalynn replied with a warm smile.

“Thanks," Maggie responded, her face lit up with gratitude.