“Not too much," Maggie replied, smiling as she glanced at Brian.

"Mr. Hughes, are you drunk?"

"Yes."

“No.”

Rosalynn and Brian spoke at the same time.

Maggie glanced around and couldn't help but snicker.

The truth was, she envied Rosalynn.

It was clear to her that Brian had feelings for Rosalynn.

Once the elevator reached Rosalynn's floor, she bid Maggie goodnight and assisted Brian out of the elevator.

Maggie pressed the button for her own floor and continued upwards.

Upon entering Sanford's apartment, Maggie switched on the lights. As she surveyed the empty space, a wave of loneliness washed over her unexpectedly.

It had only been a few days since she met Sanford, yet she had grown accustomed to his presence.

She had grown accustomed to his embrace each night.

She had grown accustomed to pleasing and satisfying him.

Sitting on the sofa, Maggie retrieved her phone, hesitating for a moment before sending a message to Sanford.

“Have you arrived?"

But as soon as she hit send, Maggie swiftly withdrew the message.

It seemed suspicious to inquire about his whereabouts, as if she were checking up on him.

After all, they were not in a serious relationship. She should patiently await his attention and avoid prying into his movements.

Maggie felt a tightness in her chest, and just as she was about to step into the shower, her phone began to ring.

It was Sanford calling.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she cleared her throat before answering the call.