It wasnât what he had expected her to say.
Keeping his composure, he asked sternly, âThen who is?â
Maggie fell silent, carefully thinking of an answer to his question.
After a pause, she said, âSomeone respectable and dignified.
Iâm sure there are many women with those qualities in your circle.
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Her voice was gentle while giving the suggestion, but it only soured Sanfordâs mood.
âDo you think marriage is as trivial as picking a vegetable at the store? You just grab whatever looks decent and take it home?â Sanford remarked pointedly.
Maggie lowered her eyes.
He had a point, but she couldnât bear not speaking her mind about this matter, so she said after a long pause, âNo, but Millie will only cause you trouble.
At least think your engagement over.
â
Her soft voice gradually simmered Sanfordâs burning anger down.
He looked at her, his eyes with subdued rage and frustration as he grumbled, âWhat makes you think you can give an opinion about this matter? Have you forgotten? You did a number on me, leaving me without any explanation.
Didnât I always tell you to talk to me before making decisions on your own? You didnât trust me at all, did you?â
Maggie lowered her head and clenched her hands, feeling uneasy.
Her non-response breathed fire to Sanfordâs anger.
âAnswer me!â he snapped.
Startled, Maggie mumbled, âIâm sorry.
â
She kept her head low, like an afflicted puppy.
Seeing her somber expression, Sanford took his anger down a notch.
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In a calmer tone, he asked, âIf you could go back to the past, would you still leave me?â
Maggie pressed her lips together.
After a moment of hesitation, she nodded her head and said, âYes.
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Sanford almost let out a curse at how she casually answered that.
He was so angry that he felt his heart might rip open and bleed out.
He tried to give her a chance to make it up to him, but she blew it off yet again.
In a sudden move, he swiveled the car to the right and pulled up to the side of the road.
âGet out,â he spat.
After hearing her answer, he saw no point in continuing the conversation.
As Maggie looked at the angry Sanford, she couldnât help but bite her lip and clench her fists.
In a very low voice, she whispered in protest, âThis isnât your car.
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