Curiously wondering about the early morning visitor, Rosalynn recognized Sanford's voice. She rose from her seat and walked to the door.

“You caught a cold? I rarely catch a cold, and even when I do, I usually avoid medication. I'm afraid we don't have any."

Rosalynn studied Sanford. Had he genuinely caught a cold?

Or had he cleverly utilized the guise of illness to seek out Maggie?

"No worries then. I'll just head to the pharmacy."

Sanford's lips curved upwards slightly as he shifted his gaze to Maggie.

His eyes, usually bright, were now dull from illness, edged with the faintest trace of redness.

He appeared as vulnerable as a fluffy, white Samoyed, melting one's heart at first glance.

Maggie bit her lower lip, a sudden urge to assist him welling up in her heart.

Rosalynn's eyes sparkled with a thought.

"Actually, cold medicine might not be the best solution. Have you considered ginger soup? It's a natural remedy and quite beneficial."

She smiled inwardly, seeing this as a potential opportunity for matchmaking after the previous misunderstanding.

“Ginger soup? I've never made it before. Could you guide me?"

Sanford's puzzled gaze moved from Maggie to Rosalynn.

Rosalynn shrugged casually.

"Oh, it's simple. You only need to boil some water with ginger."

“But how much of each?"

“Well.”

“Sanford, Let me help you prepare the soup."

Unable to stand his pitiful expression, Maggie intervened.

Rosalynn quirked an eyebrow, shifting her gaze to Sanford, who appeared relieved.

With a quick nod, Sanford accepted.