Chapter 78 Don't Kiss Me After Smoking

• A thin wisp of smoke curled from the end of a nearly finished cigarette, blending with the morning mist still hanging low over the rooftop garden of Stratton Enterprises. In the corner of the garden, shadowed by tall concrete walls, a man stood still, his body leaning against the glass railing framing the city skyline. His gaze pierced the horizon—blank, cold, nearly frozen.
• Damien Harlow took a deep drag, then exhaled the smoke slowly, as if releasing a burden too heavy to put into words.
• “How can I quit this damn cigarette?” he thought bitterly. “I’m sorry, Celeste… At the very least, I can avoid smoking in front of you.”