It was back to being distant and cold.

Meanwhile, at Royarid Club, Sanford sat comfortably on a leather sofa, dressed in a well-tailored black shirt and suit pants.

He held a wine glass in his hand, his handsome face appearing as if it were veiled in ice under the club's soft lighting.

His phone interrupted his thoughts, and when he glanced at it, his expression softened.

“Hello, Maggie."

“Sanford, what are you doing right now?"

“I'm meeting with a client. What's going on?"

“Nothing much. Just make sure not to drink too much. I'll prepare a delicious meal for you tonight."

Maggie's soft voice flowed through the phone, bringing warmth to Sanford's heart.

Sanford couldn't help but smile.

“ALright."

“Is there anything you would like to eat?"

“I Like everything you cook."

“In that case, how about I prepare.

Maggie's words carried a touch of intimacy, and Sanford Listened attentively, his eyes softening even further.

There was a knock on the door, and the room's ambiance changed as someone entered.

Sanford's smile faded when he saw the person at the door.

“Well, I have something I need to take care of. Let's talk when I get back."

"Alright."

After hanging up the phone, Sanford turned his attention to Jaelyn, who was walking to him gracefully, her eyes brimming with affection.