At the very least, he had to look more decent at the time of his death.
She returned to the warm hall on the first floor, and the sudden warmth almost made her forget how cold the basement was.
Kingsley was still waiting for her in the living room even though it was already very late in the night.
Kingsley looked at her and saw that she was only wearing a thin tank top.
"Where are your clothes?" Kingsley asked.
"I gave it to Edward," Jeanne replied.
"Have you fallen for him?" Kingsley asked.
"Didn't you already know?" Jeanne did not retort as she sat down opposite Kingsley.
"I warned you. You both are on different sides."
"That's why I didn't say I was going to save him," Jeanne said bluntly.
Kingsley glanced at Jeanne and lowered his head to take a puff of his cigarette.
Jeanne was sitting opposite Kingsley, and there was a long silence.
"He still didn't say anything?" Kingsley suddenly spoke again.
