Stella came to the balcony. It was rare for her to take the initiative to hug him from behind.
âWhen did you come over? Why didnât you go in?â
Weston stiffened for a moment. He flicked the dust off the cigarette and watched the light of the burning cigarette between his fingers.
The white smoke rose and made his features look more distinct.
Stella looked down at the cigarette and asked, âWhy are you smoking again?â
She rubbed her face against his broad back and ran her hand along the firm line on his muscular arm.
She touched the cigarette between his fingers and asked, âI thought youâd quit smoking.â
Some time ago, she had found out that Weston had stopped smoking. She wondered why he had started smoking again.
Weston straightened up and pulled his arm back. He wanted to put out the cigarette, but Stella stopped him.
âDonât...â Stella saw his intention and said, âDonât put it out yet. I want to try it too.â
Westonâs action paused. He glanced down at her and raised his eyebrows. âYou want to try?â
âYeah.â Stella nodded. âIâve never smoked before...â
She leaned into his firm arms and stayed in his embrace. Weston had always enjoyed having her in his arms. He loved the feeling of having her in his embrace.
He watched as the wind messed up her hair, and he tidied her messy hair with one hand. âSmoking isnât good. You shouldnât do it.â
Stella was upset. She looked up and rested her chin on his shoulder. âDidnât you just smoke too? Why do you get to smoke, but I donât...â
Weston let out a low laugh. He pinched her nose and said, âIâm not smoking. I only lit it.â
In a few days, Stella would be fit enough to conceive. Then, they would not have to take any safety measures. If they were lucky, she might get pregnant with his child.
It might be a slim chance, but Weston wanted to see her smile again, so he was willing to give it a shot.
He was preparing to get her pregnant, so he would not smoke. However, he would light one whenever he was in a bad mood.
Stella grimaced at his explanation . âWhat a waste. Youâre not smoking, but youâre just lighting it... Why donât you let me try?â
There was a light twinkle in her eyes. She seemed very keen to try.
Weston stood up straight and stared at her for a few moments.â Do you really want to try?â
âYeah.â Stella nodded. âAnyway, youâve taught me a lot of things like playing pool, tying Windsor knots, drinking...â
She looked into his eyes and said, âItâs just one more thing.â
He seemed convinced. A certain indescribable emotion rose in him.
He was the one who had taught her everything and nurtured her with all his heart. As a man, this sense of accomplishment was very rewarding.
âOnly this time.â Weston let go of her hair and put the cigarette to her mouth. âYou can try it once in a while, but you canât smoke.â
âI know.â Stella inched closer. âIâm just curious...â
When her father was still alive, he loved to smoke. Her mother had always fought with him because of this.
Her father was good at everything and devoted to the family; smoking was his only flaw.
When Stella was still a child, she saw her father secretly smoking and became curious. âAre cigarettes that good? Why are there so many people addicted to it?â
As she thought of that, she took a deep puff without hesitation.
âCough! Cough! Cough!â
She ended up choking herself and coughed so hard that her eyes were teary. She looked pitiful with her slightly red eyes.
Weston chuckled at her. His deep laughter resounded from his chest with a numbing vibration.
He put out the cigarette and slowly gazed down at her, then he gently wiped away the tears on the corner of her eyes and asked, âDo you still want to try? Hm?â