"Want to know?"
"Uh-huh." Sparkle stared at Evan Saint with eyes shining, nodding non-stop, looking like a puppy waiting for the master to pat its head.
Apparently, Evan Saint thought the same, so he gently patted her head, "Good girl—"
Sparkle: ...
"Let's eat."
"Evan Saint!"
"Hmm?"
"Hmm, your big-headed ghost, just say it!"
"Beg me."
Sparkle gritted her teeth, "Please."
"Not sincere enough."
After clenching her teeth for a long time, Sparkle finally forced a smile, "Mr. Saint, please."
"That smile is ugly!"
Holding back the urge to kill, Sparkle tried to smile more brightly, "Honey, please~~"
"Your voice isn't appealing enough."
"Excuse me, how many years for murdering your husband?" Sparkle grabbed the young waiter and asked fiercely.
The waiter was scared stiff, shivering as he looked at her.
Evan Saint elegantly curled his lips, pointing to his head as an explanation, "Sorry, my wife has a little problem here."
