Chapter 702

As the car disappeared from Xavier's sight, he stepped out of the hotel and lingered on the steps, watching as it merged into the traffic. His harried attempt at lighting his cigarette made him hold the lighter the wrong way and bite down the wrong end of the cigarette. Finally, after seven or eight tries, he successfully lit his cigarette. The early summer heat was stifling, and it did nothing but add on to his frustration. The weather wasn't great today, with only half of the sun visible in the morning. And now, dark clouds had completely swallowed it. A light drizzle shrouded the city. The swirling smoke blurred Xavier's vision, his fingers tense as he held the cigarette between them, crushing it out of shape. He took long puffs one after another, and the ashtray by the hotel entrance was soon filled with cigarette butts. Slowly, it began pouring. Droplets of rain fell from the hotel's eaves, forming a curtain. "Xavier." Holding a transparent umbrella, Xyla went up to him