Maggie picked it up.

"Sanford."

“Did you receive the delivery?”

Maggie experienced a moment of realization.

“You ordered the delivery?”

“Yes, you're too skinny. You should eat more." His voice was gentle, with a hint of teasing.

Maggie's heart fluttered.

“Thank you. I'll share the meal with Rosalynn.”

“Alright, I have some matters to attend to. Goodbye."

“Okay.”

Sanford washed his hands, smoothed his hair, and prepared to enter the private room.

As he rounded a corner, someone came rushing to him.

“Don't touch me! Don't touch me! Help!"

The woman collided with him, landing in his arms.

Sanford frowned and instinctively tried to push her away.

But the woman clung to his hand tightly, pleading, “Please, help me.“

At this moment, a man, who appeared to be in his thirties, approached them.

“Why are you running? Come here!"

"I don't want to go with you. I've told you; I'm not that kind of woman. I didn't come here to drink with you." The woman ducked behind Sanford for protection.

"You..." The man was livid and attempted to grab her

Sanford's patience was wearing thin.

“Really? You're openly harassing a woman in broad daylight?"