A small woman in pajamas scrambled out of bed and dashed over to him. She snatched the cigar from his hand, swiftly tossed it to the ground, and stomped it out. Looking at him with a serious expression, she said, "Smoking is bad for your health!"
"Don't you want me to have your baby? You can't smoke when we're trying to conceive. Don't you know something as simple as that?"
Jace looked at Phoebe, saying nothing.
At first, Phoebe had the courage to meet Jace's gaze. But as he stared at her in silence, his powerful presence seemed to envelop her, and her courage slowly evaporated.
"You... you... I..." Phoebe stammered, taking a nervous step back.
"That cigar you just stomped on was worth three thousand, seven hundred and twenty dollars."
Phoebe was speechless.
