"I only went out for a night with a male friend. Besides, didn't you watch me leave?"
"You dare to bring that up?" John Fame moved closer to her, "You just ran off with Walter Smith in front of me. Felt good, didn't it?"
"Yes." Lissy Lock nodded, "At least... it makes you uncomfortable, which makes me very happy."
Lissy Lock was deliberately pushing John Fame's buttons.
She wanted to defy him, what could he do to her?
Choke her? Hit her?
John Fame narrowed his eyes and retorted, "Is your goal to make me uncomfortable?"
"You think too highly of yourself." Lissy Lock smiled at him, "Why would I try to upset you? Anyway, John Fame, since I came to know about Skye Turner's existence, I have been... trying to let you go."
John Fame's pupils shrank, he grabbed her shoulders, and suddenly raised his hand high.
He just wanted to find a vent now to drive out all the emotions from his heart.
He had never been so angry in his life.
