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.”

countenance had regained its calm.

twisting in her stomach,

concern etched itself on Rosalynn’s forehead as she moved to intervene,

meddle in

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

were both ordinary,

present, they

of cordiality, but their eyes held nothing but contempt when

eat.” Brian extended a plate of food

“Thank you.”

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