With her eyes widened, she resembled a skittish rabbit.

Sanford found himself captivated.

He tilted her chin upward with a finger, asking gently, “Does it still hurt?"

Biting her lip, Maggie nodded shyly.

“Just a bit."

His gaze on her ignited a powerful urge within him.

Sanford swallowed hard, bent down, and pressed a kiss to her lips, his voice growing husky.

“Rest up later. For now, let's have dinner."

“Okay.” Maggie sensed his desire and blushed.

Pushing him away, she carried the bags to the dining room.

The dishes appeared delectable. Salivating, Maggie asked, “Sanford, have you eaten? There's too much food. I can't finish it all."

Sanford strove to regain his composure.

“You're too thin. You should eat more."

“Women look more attractive when they're slender," Maggie countered.

Sanford poured himself a glass of water.

"No, I prefer plump girls.”

Otherwise, holding her would feel so uncomfortable.

Maggie remained silent and began eating.

When she was almost full, most of the dishes remained untouched.

“Sanford, I really can't eat anymore."

If she continued, her stomach would bulge.

“Are you a bird? Why do you eat so Little? Eat more."