What he was thinking was that she looked...very gorgeous today.
However, the thought of her dressing up to meet Walter Smith made him want to destroy this beauty, leaving no trace of it.
Lissy Lock was naturally beautiful, with large eyes, red lips, a high nose, and a skin that was smooth. A touch of makeup would make it hard for anyone to take their eyes off her.
"Speak!" Lissy Lock had just finished the last piece of toast in her hand, her mouth full, and speaking indistinctly.
As soon as she spoke, bits of toast spewed from her mouth, spattering John Fame's shirt.
John Fame gave her a glance, brushed off the crumbs.
Lissy Lock was slowly, ever so slowly pushing her chair back, her gaze darting between her handbag on the side and John Fame.
As she watched John Fame brush off the crumbs on his shirt, she quickly stood up, grabbed her handbag, and sped off. Her movements were frantic.
As she ran, she yelled, "John Fame, you have extreme jealousy!"
John Fame's face darkened.
