Refusing the Love of a Mafia Boss
21. I'm Starting to Get Greedy

Isn't that obvious? What if they help each other or whatever that's his bullshit? No matter the relationship between them was good or bad, the important thing was just about slaughtering Palmer.

Noah turned his eyes and smiled weakly. “You are very cold.”

“I didn't ask you to understand me.” Ilina quietly pulled her hand from Noah's hand.

“Then at least answer my question a little. I'll tell you something about Mahesa instead.”

Ilina was silent for a moment. “Ya.”

“You know Mahesa is married?”

“Ya.”

“You're not jealous?”

Ilina stared at the hostility. “You claimed to know Senior but spoke condescendingly to him. Of jealousy? What in your eyes is a lousy Senior human who lives for weakness?”

“I asked you. I know Mahesa's marriage has a purpose. I also recognize his wife as a woman who .. I don't know, gentle and scary.”

“No will.” Ilina stuffed the sushi into her mouth despite the slight difficulty. “If Senior chooses something, it means correct. That's it.”

Just like when Mahesa pushed Noah closer to her. No matter what the reason is, if Mahesa says do, then it means it's better done.

“Now it's my turn.” Ilina just stared at her food so as not to be too obvious she was cold to Noah. “What is your relationship with Senior?”

“He protects my mother.”

“You work for Senior.”

“Tell it like that.”

Rouse suspiction. Come to think of it, this man ... what exactly?

Ilina means, she doesn't seem to be very active as a singer. He just looks, not too famous except about his handsome face.

He also never practiced much. Not going back and forth to the studio to record, play guitar or anything.

He doesn't even have a guitar, a piano or anything. Her real job is not a singer, but her income looks pretty stable from how she relaxes with her life.

Then what is his real job?

...*...

Noah, where are you?

Noah stared at the chat sent by Marissa before replying.

^^^Restaurant. ^^^

With your maid?

^^^Yes. ^^^

Without waiting for a reply, Noah pulled his phone over and continued eating them.

He knew Marissa would tease him later, but later it would be business later.

"Lia."

"What else?"

"You're gonna go back there when it's all over?"

"My place is on the Miss' side."

Miss, dad?

"I—"

Noah cancels his own words when Lia doesn't even hear.

The girl was busy wearing chopsticks, frowning irritably from not getting used to it, then chewing quietly.

Noah stopped talking to him. Living in ambivalence made Noah know that when someone shows indifference, he really does not want to care.

The rest of the meal, Noah decided to shut up. Their food ran out quite quickly, making Noah immediately take Lia away.

But as he was about to get into the car once more, Noah held onto Ilina's hand, looking down closer to her face just inches away from the girl's ear.

"I ..," Noah tickled Lia's palm that couldn't help but pull away, ".., I felt somewhere, you're Ilina."

He just glanced calmly.

"If it's true, why .. are you lying?"

"Why should I be Lia if I'm Ilina?"

He pulled his hand gently. Away the face naturally and go in, ending Noah's game.

Noah felt the same. If she was Ilina, why did she have to be Lia?

No one could confirm that identity except to browse through the village. But Noah couldn't get close to there or to this woman.

He was attractive, but as he approached, he was thorny.

He is seductive, but when tempted, he is dangerous.

I, Noah stared at his palms that were slowly clenching with the sensation of their touch, starting to get greedy.

Noah thinks he's pretty good. It turned out that upon returning from there, twenty minutes lying on the bed, he suddenly woke up with a heavy breath.

His throat felt dry finding he was dreaming about the village girl.

Noah gulped. It is imagined that the sensitive and grumpy Lia allows Noah's palm to land on his waist.

If he approached, a little urgently, would he still put on that flat face?

Not wanting to be hot and crazy alone, Noah wakes up. Go into the kitchen to make a warm drink.

His eyes silently glanced at Lia's bed that was right by the glass window and television.

She looked cold with the thin blanket Noah gave her. Maybe his skin is not too used to the cold AC of the room.

Noah again imagined the impossible. Something like, he approached to put another blanket on, then Lia, who was asleep, groaned a little, not realizing that Noah was peeping his lips.

Well, in the real world if he gets close, the poison of his collection might have to get into Noah's body.

"Lia."

"Stop looking at me, you disgusting prick."

Look, kan.

"I just want to offer you a blanket." Noah stood by the wall. "You look cold."

"Go."

"I'll take it for you. So can I come closer for a minute?"

"No."

Noah said it, right? His heart is not ice. Heart stone.

"I won't take responsibility if you're sick."

"...."

He won't answer anymore.

Noah went to his room. Locking the door before he plopped down with a tired stifled breath.

Lia and Ilina. Why is it so hard to reach them?

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