She hesitated, noticing Sanford squinting at her disapprovingly, so she hurriedly added, "I haven't won you over yet, so we're not there yet."

Sanford's face lit up at this remark.

He leaned back with one hand casually resting on Maggie's chair, and gestured towards a glass of water nearby.

“I could do with some water."

Taking the hint, Maggie refilled his glass.

Sanford glanced at her, adding, "I just drove here so my hands are a bit cramped."

Maggie was at a loss for words. Was he seriously expecting her to feed him too? Wasn't that excuse a bit weak?

Struggling to stifle a giggle, Maggie handed him the glass, saying, “Here you go."

Sanford stayed put, his gaze fixed on her lips.

Maggie blinked. "Aren't you thirsty?"

Sanford remarked, "Is this how you serve water?"

How else did he expect her to do it?

Maggie felt a jolt as she met his intense stare. Could it be he wanted her to do some mouth-to-mouth water service?

Brian couldn't Stanford's words anymore.

He tapped his fingers on the table. "Sanford, please, tone it down. My wife's expecting and doesn't need this intensity.”

Rosalynn arched an eyebrow, unfazed. She remarked casually, "No worries. Carry on. I can handle it."

Maggie flushed crimson.

Placing the glass down firmly, she uttered, “You can drink it yourself."

Losing such a good chance, Sanford shot Brian a glance and muttered, "You're just envious, Brian."

Maggie was delicately courting him while Brian had to tend to his wife.