As she looked at Sanford's quiet demeanor, Maggie's breathing hastened as she tried to make sense of her messy thoughts.

This couldn't be right.

From what she knew of Sanford, he wasn't the type to date two women simultaneously.

It was unthinkable for him to be with her while expecting her to get along with his ex-girlfriend, who was still involved with him.

A spark appeared in Maggie's eyes. She leaned forward and tilted Sanford's chin with her slender index finger.

“Sanford, is there any truth to what she's saying? Do you really expect us to be your girlfriend simultaneously?"

Sanford was stunned by her boldness.

They were so close now that they could look directly into each other's eyes.

A flicker of amusement crossed Sanford's gaze.

"If it were true, what would you do?"

Maggie held his gaze for a moment before sitting on his lap.

Her arms draped over the back of the sofa, encircling him.

“Sanford, you know I design wedding dresses, right?"

Sanford's eyebrows lifted slightly. "Yes."

“And do you know what I enjoy most?"

“ihat's that?"

Maggie fell silent and shaped her right hand into a scissors gesture.

“Trim the unnecessary fabric, piece by piece."

Sanford was momentarily taken aback. As he pondered her words, her radiant smile caught his eye.

“Sanford, you're mine now. If you dare entertain another woman, I wouldn't mind cut off your... You know what I mean, right?"