After a while, the doorbell rang, catching Maggie off guard.
She hesitated for a moment, then walked to the door and peered through the peephole.
Her lips tightened when she saw who it was.
It was Jaelyn.
What was she doing here?
Frowning, Maggie opened the door.
âWhat is it?â she asked coolly.
Jaelyn stood there in a long black dress, white overcoat, and black high heels.
She looked just as delicate as ever.
Jaelyn eyed Maggie up and down.
âAre you doing the cleaning?â
Maggie glanced at her apron and nodded.
âYes.
â
A flicker of mockery crossed Jaelynâs eyes.
âDidnât Sanford hire a maid? When he was with me, he never let me do any housework.
â
Her tone was dripping with provocation.
She was mocking Maggie for doing the job of a maid.
Maggie pressed her lips together.
âI like to clean our cozy home myself.
It feels more like home than just a
place to sleep in.
Thatâs why he canât wait to come home every night.
â
The smile on Jaelynâs face vanished, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on her purse.
After a moment of silence, she regained her haughty demeanor.
âArenât you going to invite me in?â
Maggie silently stepped aside to let Jaelyn enter.
âShould I change my shoes?â Jaelyn asked, eyeing the spotless floor.
Maggie shut the door and replied breezily, âNo need.
We donât keep extra womenâs shoes here.
â
No extra womenâs shoes? Was she implying Sanfordâs place was for her alone?
That he didnât appreciate outsiders butting in on their lives?
Gripping her bag strap, Jaelyn entered in her high heels.
The living room was pristine and luxuriously decorated.
A bouquet of flowers graced the table, enhancing the space further.
The cozy decor was likely Maggieâs touch.
âJuice or water?â Maggie offered, removing her apron.
âNo, Iâm fine, thanks,â Jaelyn responded, taking a seat on the sofa.