“So after you gave up on me, you went abroad and focused on your new career? And you chose your career over me."

Maggie was at a loss for words. She detected a hint of blame in his tone. It sounded like she became a jerk for leaving her boyfriend for a better opportunity.

"That wasn't what happened! It was you who gave up on me! Didn't you decide to get married right away?"

Maggie couldn't contain her emotions anymore. She remembered how Sanford was in such a hurry to move on that he got engaged to Millie, when she had just left the country.

Did he even realize how heartbroken she was when she heard the sudden news of his engagement?

"Oh, so this is now my fault?"

Sanford's words still seemed to be defiant, but his tone had softened as he saw the genuine hurt and sadness in her eyes.

Realizing the grievances she experienced, he didn't have the heart to say that she had been heartless in her decisions.

"No, you're right. It's my fault." Maggie quickly shook her head, biting her lip.

Sanford tilted his head slightly and asked, "And what exactly did you do wrong?"

Maggie swallowed hard as she unconsciously fidgeted with her fingers.

Sanford's eyes narrowed as he his leaned slightly towards her. “Hey, don't try to brush me off."

Engulfed by his familiar captivating scent, Maggie's breath became rapid, her eyes fluttering uneasily. She wanted to speak, but it seemed that words couldn't get out of her mouth.

At this moment, the tense atmosphere enveloped the car.

The sunlight from outside the window fell on her delicate face, illuminating her flawless skin.

Her face, soft and gentle, would make any man feel attracted to her.

Sanford continued to stare at her, feeling the gloom that had burdened his heart for months begin to lighten.

He couldn't take off his eyes on her pink lips, as if he wanted it to become his at this very moment.

He slowly put his fingers on her chin, lifting it up in order to make her look in his eyes.

Maggie felt as if she couldn't breathe, nervously staring at the handsome face so close to hers. Her fingers clutched the hem of her clothes, instinctively closing her eyes, as if she had finally accepted what might happen next.