Despite her exhaustion, Sanford seemed energetic and ready to continue. She wondered at the striking contrast between their states.

He looked at her, a playful smile on his lips.

“Maggie, are you inviting me?"

Speechless, Maggie quickly refuted, “I didn't!"

“Really?” he questioned, his gaze dropping to her chest.

Maggie instinctively looked down.

At that moment, she realized she was barely covered. Her skin glowed under the soft fabric, drawing his eyes.

Flustered, she pulled the blanket up and asked, "Where are my clothes?"

"They were torn to pieces," he responded, his casual indifference filling the room with a heavy silence.

He was rough as ever.

Holding a silk nightgown, he offered, “Do you need help putting this on?"

"No!" Maggie responded sharply, her expression guarded.

Ignoring Maggie's refusal, Sanford pulled her close with a mischievous grin and helped her into the nightgown.

"When a woman says no, she means yes! I remember that clearly," he declared.

Maggie rolled her eyes at his bizarre sayings.

She tidied her hair and took the underwear he had laid out, her cheeks coloring as she dressed.

Sanford watched her with a playful look. He was about to say something when a rumbling from Maggie's stomach interrupted him.

She looked down, embarrassed.

Seeing her discomfort, Sanford chose not to tease her further.

“The food's here. Let's eat first," he suggested.