Lissy Lock looked at him, her hands slowly clenching.
"So," Walter Smith chuckled, lifting his gaze to meet hers. "You are the legendary second wife of John Fame."
"I…" Lissy Lock pursed her lips, wanting to speak but stopping herself. "This matter is a long story."
"No wonder I saw you outside the president's office of the Fame Group that day. I should have found it strange. How would an ordinary intern be waiting outside the president's office?"
Lissy Lock fell silent, unable to refute.
How could she explain? How could she describe this matter succinctly to the outsider?
"Yes, that's correct, I am married to John Fame." Lissy Lock nodded. "So, Walter Smith, your affection, I can't shoulder it."
"I only want to ask you one thing." Walter Smith showed no significant emotion, speaking calmly, "If, now, you were not married to John Fame, would you be willing to be with me?"
Lissy Lock looked at him.
Walter Smith asked again, "Would you or wouldn't you?"
