"Alright, I'll remember that." Sparkle naturally knew that once a person encounters anything poisonous, things can become very frightening, so she wouldn't dare take it lightly.
Seeing her cooperate so well, Evan Saint kissed her forehead with satisfaction and asked gently, "Hungry?"
"I am."
"What do you want to eat?"
"You..."
Hearing her words, Evan Saint's eyes darkened and he was about to pounce on her when she abruptly added, "Your cooking."
"Mrs. Saint, it seems you haven't been trained for a few days and you're misbehaving."
Teasing him—didn't she know men can't take teasing?
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Sparkle laughed innocently, "Mr. Saint is a dignified Lord Imperia. People say he's ruthless, indifferent to women, and has freakishly strong self-control. How could he not withstand teasing? So modest!"
"Would Mrs. Saint like to test it?" Evan Saint raised an eyebrow flirtatiously.
