Looking at Lissy Lock this way, he couldn't describe what he was feeling.
It seemed that aside from the office, their home, he rarely saw Lissy like this.
She was vivacious and quirky, yet somehow every action she took radiated an uncanny elegance. Sometimes in his presence, she was like a wild child without manners, and she could be quite fierce when they argued.
But Lissy had also received excellent etiquette training. If she wore an evening gown, stood beside him at a banquet, she certainly would not lose to any debutante, but would shine even brighter.
Since she was eight years old, he had always provided her with the best material conditions and never held back.
It turned out that in the decade he had missed out on, Lissy had turned into someone of a different character, and he found it hard to understand her.
John Fame's eyes moved, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Skye Turner raise her trembling hand, then lift it further up high, about to slap someone.
