"Don't change the subject. I'm asking you."

His eyes were alight with anticipation.

Maggie swallowed, struggling for words.

After a moment, she said, “We come from different worlds and the gap in our social status is vast. I can serve you for life, but I'm not fit to be your wife.”

She admitted to herself that she was in love with him.

Especially today, his willingness to risk his life to protect her affirmed her feelings.

But she knew she wasn't worthy of him.

He was so exceptional and deserved a better woman.

“I think you're more than qualified. Maggie, we

“We haven't known each other very Long and you don’t truly know me. Are you sure you have feelings for me?" Maggie shook off his hand, interrupting him.

She still remembered the name he whispered when he was drunk.

His past love was still on his mind.

Was she just a substitute?

Seeing Maggie retreat into the bathroom, Sanford furrowed his brows.

Was she doubting his feelings?

If he didn't care for her, would he have protected her?

Maggie returned with a basin of warm water and began to wash Sanford's face.

Sanford, still weak from his recent awakening, did not pursue the topic further.

After Maggie helped him clean up, he drifted off to sleep.

Seated beside the bed, Maggie silently watched the IV drip, her gaze soft and tender.

If she could one day become as accomplished as Rosalynn, would she have a chance to stand by his side?

On the second day, Sanford awoke, feeling considerably better