When the day comes that John Fame can tell her, "I love you," without any hesitation, then she would consider herself successful.
John Fame lifted her face, staring at her tear-swollen eyes, "What's on your mind?"
I'm scared."
"There's no need to be scared."
"But you and Lissy Lock..."
John Fame's gaze darkened, and after a while, he said softly, "I don't understand why you're so concerned about her. She's just Mrs. Fame in name; this position is destined to be yours."
"I don't care who is Mrs. Fame, John." Skye Turner shook her head repeatedly, "Although we had a big fight when you married her."
"Then what do you care about?"
Skye Turner gazed at him, "You, do you have feelings for her?"
She clung tightly to his shoulders, leaning on him, she asked softly.
John Fame held her waist, and after a long moment, he said, "No."
Skye lowered her head, her eyes suddenly brightening.
"No?"
John Fame let out a sigh, "How should I explain it to you..."
