Claire Sutton held a cigarette between her fingers. She took a drag, and the curling smoke veiled her face, obscuring her expression.
Claire Sutton was very tall, around five-foot-nine, and even in flat shoes, her statuesque height was impossible to hide. Coupled with the form-fitting, full-length qipao she was wearing, she looked like a heroine from an Eileen Chang novel at first glance.
A woman like her possessed a timeless allure. No wonder Yuri Sinclair was still so attached to her.
Ashley Bowen stared, transfixed, and stopped in her tracks.
Claire Sutton took another drag from her cigarette, wrapping one arm around herself as she glanced to the side. When she saw Ashley Bowen, she immediately stubbed it out, an apologetic look on her face. "Heh, never seen a woman smoke before? Are you too scared to come any closer?"
"Not at all. You look beautiful when you smoke," Ashley Bowen said with genuine admiration.
