"Did she... say anything?"
Surprise was plain on the butler's face, as he didn't understand why John Fame would suddenly ask such a question, but he quickly responded, "Madam was... very quiet, very quiet."
John Fame nodded his head and walked to the living room sofa.
When Lissy Lock heard the footsteps, she was startled. Turning her head, indeed, it was John Fame.
She then turned her head back, feigning indifference by continuing to read as if she didn't see John Fame.
John Fame walked over and sat across her, keeping silent.
A servant brought some iced tea. He took a sip and put it down, appearing even calmer than she was.
The two were always like that, engaged in a war of attrition, competing in patience.
It was always Lissy Lock who couldn't hold back first.
However...
Lissy Lock bit her lip, flipping a page of her book. When she raised her head to glance at John, she met his gaze straight on.
He just looked at her so unabashedly, not speaking, not making a sound.
