Struggling to regain her composure, Maggie offered a feeble smile “Rosalynn, I’m alright.”

But the memory of Sanford’s rage was undeniably unsettling.

His tenderness in bed was quite the contrast.

“Would you Like to accompany me home?” Rosalynn inquired.

Instead of responding, Maggie simply glanced to Sanford, Lounging on the plush sofa.

“Maggie, come here.”

its calm. He beckoned Maggie

of fear twisting in her stomach, she obeyed,

on Rosalynn’s forehead as she moved to intervene, only to be

don’t meddle in

gaze fell on Maggie, now cradled in Sanford’s arms, a glass of wine held to her

both ordinary, both she

girls present, they were distinctly

their eyes held

to eat.” Brian extended a plate of food to

“Thank you.”

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