His unexpected question made Maggie tense up.

She fidgeted with her fingers, hesitating. Straightening up, she tentatively asked, "So, you're getting married?"

Sanford pressed his lips together, his grip on the stirring wheel tightening.

Was that all she wanted to say after six months? Shouldn't she at least apologize to him? It turned out she hadn't considered her mistake enough to feel sorry.

Sanford scoffed. "What? Are you going to congratulate me?"

Maggie bit her lower Lip, hesitating. After a moment, she said, "Millie is not the right girl for you."

Taken aback by her words, Sanford almost swiveled the stirring wheel in the opposite direction.

It wasn't what he had expected her to say.

Keeping his composure, he asked sternly, “Then who is?"

Maggie fell silent, carefully thinking of an answer to his question.

After a pause, she said, “Someone respectable and dignified. I'm sure there are many women with those qualities in your circle."

Her voice was gentle while giving the suggestion, but it only soured Sanford's mood.

"Do you think marriage is as trivial as picking a vegetable at the store? You just grab whatever looks decent and take it home?" Sanford remarked pointedly.

Maggie lowered her eyes. He had a point, but she couldn't bear not speaking her mind about this matter, so she said after a long pause, “No, but Millie will only cause you trouble. At least think your engagement over."

Her soft voice gradually simmered Sanford's burning anger down.

He looked at her, his eyes with subdued rage and frustration as he grumbled, “What makes you think you can give an opinion about this matter? Have you forgotten? You did a number on me, leaving me without any explanation. Didn't I always tell you to talk to me before making decisions on your own? You didn't trust me at all, did you?"

Maggie lowered her head and clenched her hands, feeling uneasy.

Her non-response breathed fire to Sanford's anger.

“Answer me!" he snapped.

Startled, Maggie mumbled, “I'm sorry."