Chapter 52 In Memory of Mr. Young Disaster

In the morning, Mia stepped out of the room and found Claus leaning against the railing, a cigarette smouldering between his fingers. The faint smoke curled into the cool air.

“I would’ve bet you’d quit that habit,” she teased, folding her arms.

Claus glanced at her with a faint smirk. “I had better...

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