"Are you that eager to get a niece? For God's sake," I sighed, utterly exasperated by John's persistence. "Just wait for a year."
"What does that mean?!" John suddenly grabbed my shirt, demanding answers.
"Get off me! I took time to put on that damn tie!" I retorted, annoyed at his disruption.
"Silence, please," a loud, calm voice cut through the commotion. The noise in the stadium gradually subsided.
John reluctantly released his grip and stepped back, shooting me a determined look. "You will tell me whatever you've planned."
I couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire. "Do you really want to hear it?" I smirked, my tone both meaningful and provocatively angry, just to irritate him.
"B-Bastard!"
I chose to ignore his protests.
For God's sake.
I beg you, Eden.
Give him a girlfriend already.
Our attention was then drawn to Gamir Teraquin, who had stepped forward and was addressing everyone through a microphone.
