Jeanne got out of bed after the call, opened the floor-to-ceiling window, and walked to the balcony.
On the balcony, Edward was smoking.
Smoke filled the air, and the red cigarette butt flickered in the night.
Upon sensing Jeanne coming out of the room, he put out his cigarette and was about to turn around when Jeanne hugged him from behind.
Edward was smiling.
"Do you usually smoke a lot?" Jeanne asked.
"Sometimes..."
"I smoke too." Jeanne confessed.
"I know." Edward's answer surprised Jeanne little.
She had never done so in front of Edward.
"When I came back, I saw some cigarette butts at home. If it wasn't yours…" Edward deliberately dragged his tone.
If it were not her, it would be a wild man's cigarette buds.
Jeanne smiled and did not explain further.
She did not think Edward was so narrow-minded that he could not accept women smoking.
