The bartender had already placed a new cocktail on the bar. Titus Zane held a cigarette in one hand and the glass in the other, took a drag, then slowly exhaled. His eyes squinted slightly as he watched the smoke he blew out, his gaze blurred.
"You... smoke?" Nathan Moore asked, his handsome brows slightly furrowed.
Once, when he had her confined by his side, even in her despair, she would only drown her sorrows with alcohol, never having such bad habits.
"Hmm," she took another drag and slowly exhaled the smoke. Titus Zane's expression was indifferent, smoking a cigarette to pass the time when bored.
In the midst of their conversation, Titus Zane took another sip of her cocktail, her lips curving slightly as she lifted her chin. Under the hazy lights, the woman with a cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other was quite charming.
