Maggie was speechless. Right now, he was still trying to charm her!

“Have a seat."

Britton motioned for Maggie to sit.

Maggie complied, letting Sanford lead her to the sofa.

“Miss Shear, I hear you're designing wedding dresses now, yeah?"

Britton, who was sitting across, inquired.

“Yep, that's me," Maggie confirmed.

"Good. Young folks shouldn't rush into marriage. It's smarter to establish yourself first."

Did Britton hint that she should prioritize her career?

Maggie hesitated, feeling there was more to it. Did Britton expect her to achieve more? To earn the approval of Sanford's parents, did she need to make a mark in her career? Was that the message?

“Dad, I'm marrying a life partner, not someone solely focused on her career," Sanford quipped.

Britton shot him a look. "How on earth are you more traditional than me? Nowadays, many women excel in both their careers and at home. They're not dependent on men. Should they stay single?"

He paused, turning to Maggie.

"Or do you doubt Miss Shear's potential in her career? Shouldn't she be worthy of being your girlfriend?"

Sanford chuckled. "Dad, you're not getting under my skin."

“Why would I even want to? I'm rooting for Miss Shear," Britton said, eyeing Maggie.

“Miss Shear, do you share my view?"

Maggie remained dumbfounded.

Was Britton hinting she should step back, or was there another angle?

Watching her baffled state, Sanford gently squeezed her hand. “Are you feeling overwhelmed? Don't sweat it. My dad's not against us. His words are just words. Shake them off."