Lost in thought, he gazed at the ceiling above him.

Shifting his gaze downwards, he noticed Maggie lying by the side of his bed, her upper body leaning on the mattress, holding his hand with hers.

Had she stayed by his bedside all night?

Sanford regarded her with tender eyes and noticed a coat resting on a nearby chair. He stood up, intending to drape it over Maggie's shoulders.

However, his movement stirred her from her slumber.

She looked up, her eyes still laced with sleepiness

“Sanford, you're awake!"

His reply came tinged with a touch of regret.

“Did I wake you up? You seem to be a Light sleeper, huh?"

"I was just concerned about you," Maggie instinctively replied.

As the last word left her lips, she caught the glimmer of a smile in Sanford's eyes, making her feel uneasy.

“Well, I suppose I do wake up easily," she quickly added, her tone betraying a sense of dishonesty.

Sanford was in a cheerful mood and decided not to challenge her. He lifted the quilt, preparing to get out of bed.

But Maggie quickly intervened, saying, “Please don't get out of bed. Let me fetch what you need."

Looking at her, Sanford quipped, "Well, I do need to use the bathroom. Are you still up for assisting me?"

Feeling flustered, Maggie released her grip and bent down to retrieve his slippers.

Sanford slipped his feet into the slippers and, noticing Maggie's dazed expression, arched an eyebrow playfully.

“Aren't you going to support me?"

Maggie nodded, hurrying to lend him a helping hand.

Sanford placed his hand on her shoulder and, with her aid, made his way into the bathroom.

Once they stood in front of the toilet, Maggie hesitated and asked, “Um, should I step out?"

“I thought you would help me." Sanford smirked mischievously.