The sight of his clothes saturated with blood had truly frightened her.

At that moment, she wished it was she who was stabbed, not him.

Sanford took her hand in his.

“Maggie, what if the stabbing had been severe and I hadn't woken up?"

Maggie's heart clenched.

"That won't happen."

"But what if it did?"

"Then I would dedicate my life to serving you," Maggie blurted out.

Sanford's eyes widened in surprise.

“You're willing to serve me for a lifetime? Then what would our relationship be?"

Maggie bit her lip, replying, "I could be your lifelong servant."

Sanford tightened his grip on her hand.

"Maggie, I don't need a servant. I need a wife."

Was he suggesting something?

Maggie's heart pounded violently.

She abruptly withdrew her hand and stood.

“I'll get some water for you to wash with."

Sanford pressed his lips together, drawing her into his embrace.

“Maggie, are you against it?"

Maggie inhaled deeply, careful not to touch his wound.

“Don't move. Be careful or you might injure your wound again."

Sanford gently lifted her chin with his fingers.