"You're hiding from me?" Lissy Lock asked, "It's already this late, what important matter do you have in your study that needs to be dealt with right now?"
"You're asking too many questions."
He replied coldly, then turned around, ready to leave the bedroom.
"John Fame." Lissy Lock straightened up and called out to his retreating figure, "Should I be thankful that you don't know how to explain, or you haven't figured out how to talk to me about Skye Turner's presence, and it's because you care about my feelings, so you didn't want to be alone with me?"
She blurted it all out in her agitation.
It was better to put it out there anyway, it was all a matter of time.
John Fame, who was about to walk out, suddenly stopped in his tracks: "What did you say?"
"I said, the existence of Skye Turner." Lissy Lock repeated word for word, "The one who appeared today in your office, Skye Turner."
"She has nothing to do with you." John Fame replied crisply.
