“There are countless women who would want to sleep with you."

"But I only want to sleep with you!"

The following day

At Sanford's apartment

Maggie's internal body clock stirred her awake early.

Eyeing the empty room, she reached for her phone, then hesitated, eventually setting it aside.

She intended to call Sanford.

But she backed out.

Their relationship was purely physical; she didn't need to constantly monitor his activities.

After breakfast, Maggie prepared to go downstairs to dispose of the trash.

Upon opening the door, she was met with an unexpected visitor.

Maggie's expression altered upon seeing Yana standing outside.

“How did you find this place?" she questioned.

Yana fixed her gaze on Maggie before breaking into a grin.

“Sanford, of course, told me!"

Why was Yana so intimate with Sanford?

Maggie tightened her grip on the trash bag, wordless, at Yana's casual mention of Sanford.

Ignoring her, Yana strolled into the apartment, her high heels echoing.

Maggie scowled, announcing, "Yana, you're not welcome here. Please leave."

Yana dismissed her, surveying the room leisurely.

The interior was adorned lavishly, with every piece of decor speaking volumes about its value.

How could Maggie, this woman she detested, be Sanford's girlfriend?