Ultimately, Evan Saint carried Sparkle Gold, and the driver carried Sean Saint, ending this obviously unbalanced "war."
Once they got in the car, Sparkle Gold and Sean Saint quickly fell asleep, clearly exhausted.
Looking at their defenseless sleeping faces, Evan Saint's eyes were filled with tenderness. He carefully adjusted their positions to make them more comfortable.
"Turn up the temperature."
"Yes, sir." Without needing to look back, the driver knew the boss's expression must be very gentle at this moment.
Ever since the lady of the house appeared, the boss has become increasingly gentle!
"Sir, you're back." As soon as the butler saw the master and madam returning, he rushed forward. Seeing Sparkle Gold asleep, he was slightly stunned, "Sir, the cake..."
"Throw it away." Evan Saint continued walking, holding Sparkle Gold and heading to the bedroom.
Since it wasn't her birthday, the cake meant nothing.
"But sir, you made it first thing in the morning..."
