"Where are you going?" He questioned her relentlessly, as if he wouldn't let go unless he had an answer.
"Getting some fresh air." She averted her gaze, not looking at his face, knowing it was chilled with severity.
"Getting fresh air? Is it so intolerable for you in my room?" His brow furrowed deep, he should have realized it before; undoubtedly, she went out because of the cigarette smell. She never liked the smell of smoke.
"Young Master, you should smoke less in the future. It's bad for your health and could trigger asthma." Her chin was gripped by him, forcing her to meet his eyes.
