“Hi.."

Sanford had several bags in his hands.

He cleared his throat and asked, “Aren't you going to invite me in for a chat?"

"Come in." Maggie quickly ushered him inside.

Sanford set the bags down and took a seat on the sofa.

“ILI'UL get you some water," Maggie stammered.

“No need. Sit down. Let's talk." Sanford’s tone softened.

Maggie hesitated before sitting across from him.

Sanford regarded her before apologizing, “I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. What kind of compensation do you want?”

Maggie froze, then shook her head.

"I don't need any compensation. I chose to do that. I should be thanking you."

“I don't want to exploit you," Sanford insisted.

Maggie glanced down.

“Last night was unexpected. If I hadn't taken the initiative, I know you wouldn't have done anything to me."

Her compliance was evident.

Observing her submissive demeanor and recalling her seductive behavior from the night before, Sanford was moved.

"Since you don't want compensation, would you Like to be my woman?"

He had enjoyed their intimacy. As Long as she became his woman, he could justly shower her with gifts.

“What? You want me to be your lover?"

Maggie was taken aback.

She didn't dare utter the word "girlfriend."

She knew she wasn't worthy of him.