"Sanford Learned that the renowned bridal gown designer Kaliyah has launched a new studio here in Skrix, so he brought me here to select a wedding dress," Millie chimed in with excitement, barely concealing her pride.

Just then, Maggie, who had been refilling Rosalynn's glass, caught sight of the pair. Her hand shook, causing water to spill from the glass.

There he was. He had shown up unexpectedly.

The sensation of the hot water spill mirrored the turmoil in her heart, a mix of surprise and distress.

"Maggie, did you get burned?" Rosalynn got up to see how Maggie was doing.

"I'm fine."

Maggie calmed her racing heart and set the glass on the table, pulling out a tissue to clean her hand.

Millie stared at Maggie, her smile stuck on her face, her eyes wide with surprise.

Maggie had returned. Why had she come back to the country?

Millie's gaze shifted to Sanford instinctively.

His face was unchanged, showing neither happiness nor displeasure.

He clenched his fingers unconsciously.

Maggie finished cleaning her hand, pushed aside many thoughts, and approached the two.

"Mr. Robles, it's been a while."

Her voice was gentle and familiar.

Sanford examined her face, now more radiant and captivating, his deep eyes reflecting a mix of emotions.

She had the audacity to return. And she had the audacity to address him as Mr. Robles causally. What an unfeeling woman!

Millie watched Maggie, moving past her initial surprise, her face becoming stern.

“Maggie Shear, why are you here?"

Maggie had come back so quickly. Dressed in the establishment's uniform, was she working here now?