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Maeve took a cigarette, placed it in her mouth, and kept staring blankly at the natural lake not far away.
Simon Forrester lit her cigarette and then lit one for himself.
Amidst the swirling white smoke, neither of them spoke, quietly smoking, each lost in their own thoughts.
As the cigarette was about to be smoked to the end, Maeve laughed, "I didn't know until today that Mr. Forrester smokes too."
"In design work, who doesn't smoke? It's just a matter of smoking more or less." Simon Forrester leaned against the stone wall behind him, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette, his eyes staring into the void.
Maeve took a long drag, squinting as she exhaled the white smoke, "I've never seen you smoke before."
Simon Forrester chuckled, casually extinguishing the cigarette in his hand in an ashtray, "I don't smoke in front of her."
The implication was that he didn't smoke in front of Sienna, so Maeve naturally never got the chance to see him smoking.
