"You haven't smoked in a long time, sir," Gena said as she approached Stefanus. Their eyes met, seemingly giving each other a complicated look. "So why are you doing this?"
Stefanus was quite surprised because so far he had rarely spoken to Gena or Ela. Usually, he chatted as needed with the servants if he had a mission or an order coming from Duke Kleo.
He knew he was a popular guy in Wereal. But seeing a young maid rebuke him like this was a new experience. Especially with feeling like what Gena is doing right now.
The sincerity she saw shook the mist of love that blinded his eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Stefanus asked, refraining from smoking again. But that doesn't mean he wants to throw it away. "Do you need a hand?" He thought that Gena's arrival was for something.
