"He loves me!" Lissy Lock claimed, keeping a straight face. "He loves me, that's why he married me. I think something you'll never know, is how he looks when he's being gentle."
As she spoke, she deliberately turned her head, the collar of her shirt shifted, revealing the hint of a hickey on her collarbone.
That was enough.
Last night, out of vengeance, John Fame had intentionally left a hickey on her, not thinking it would come in handy today.
As expected, Nova York glared at her collarbone, mumbling, "He never slept with me, never touched me, yet he did that with you... Lissy Lock! You siren!"
Lissy Lock was stunned, John Fame had never touched Nova York?
Now was not the time to ponder this question. Lissy Lock took a step back, widened the distance between herself and Nova York, and tried to appear calm and fearless, "Nova York, if you lay a finger on me, he won't let it pass! Don't you remember what he told you on the day we got our marriage certificate? Dare you!"
