Then he slowly joined in: "So your emphasis is on worrying that I will be the villain and ruin his career?"
Lyra, with keen perception, silently looked at the man in front of her.
"Lyra," Morris Jackson spoke to her word by word: "I have never been a good person."
Good or bad, Morris Jackson had always kept his actions to himself.
Only in front of Lyra did he say this, trying to tell her what his true nature was like.
He observed all the subtle expressions on her face, but saw that Lyra was indifferent.
He didn't know if she was scared, so he slowly pushed her out of his arms, cupping her face in his hand: "I should go back."
Lyra looked reluctant: "Now?"
"Yes." he replied, and then asked her, "Do you want to come with me?"
"But I have a show to record..." Lyra nearly agreed without hesitation.
