Yet, it was difficult to reconcile the transformation of her friend from an innocent girl to someone so Liberal.

Rosalynn hesitated before conceding, "Alright, take some time to ponder your decision.”

Everyone had their own path to follow. Rosalynn could only hope her friend wouldn't be haunted by regret in the future.

After ending the call, Maggie threw back the covers and climbed out of bed.

After a day of slumber, she felt rejuvenated.

Just then, the sound of a key turning in the lock reached her ears.

Sanford returned.

Maggie's nerves fluttered.

To her, Sanford was unattainable.

Despite their intimacy, she still felt as though he was a stranger.

"You're back." Maggie scurried to the door and fetched slippers for Sanford.

His arms Laden with bags.

He changed his shoes and handed her the bags.

"I bought you some clothes. Tomorrow, I'll have someone get a few more items for you."

Maggie thanked him softly.

She noticed that in addition to clothing, he'd also procured some food.

“Did you sleep the entire day?" Sanford inquired.

"Yes."

"I came back at noon, but you were still asleep. I didn't want to disturb you. Are you hungry?”

Eyeing Maggie's docile demeanor, Sanford encircled her slender waist.

Subconsciously, Maggie‘s nerves began to fray.

“I'm fine," she replied.