Refusing the Love of a Mafia Boss
23. The Sharp Girl

Ilina jerks. Woke up despite his weak body.

Spontaneously he held his neck, choking for no apparent reason until he again felt a surge of heart rate.

But rather than care about it, Ilina stared at the whereabouts of someone sitting on the floor, motionless as Ilina pulled their hands off.

What the hell is he doing?

Ilina felt very weak. But her body forced her to move down from the bed because it seemed like there was no Marissa she was talking about anymore.

He limped out of the bed. Trying very hard because his body feels like it can collapse instantly.

As soon as he arrived at the bed that had been neat since when, Ilina curled up again. Calms himself down because of this high fever.

Is it because of the difference in the atmosphere around them? Or because he was a little weak lately?

Ilina has rarely eaten since Noah. He tried to eat a little and not much variety because the man kept watching him.

Ilina also did not consume much fruit. Just unhealthy food from cans, instant food, and a wide variety of greasy stir fry while not having much strenuous activity except cleaning, washing dishes and sometimes following Noah out.

Must be because of that.

Patience, he murmured in his heart. I have to be patient for a moment. There's time to go. Just briefly.

"Lia."

...*...

Noah feels Lia moving, but he doesn't move because he wants to know what he's doing. Turns out he just wanted to stay away because he didn't want Noah around.

Sensed from his still-trained steps, Lia must still not improve at all. The girl was only disturbed by Noah's whereabouts, when she thought he was Mahesa, she fell asleep holding his hand.

Lia. No tactics of Noah worked. What would make him open a little?

Ordinary girls will always be paid attention. Otherwise, they would have crumbled with stubbornness in their pursuit.

But he just kept staring coldly as if Noah wanted to kill him.

"Lia."

"I just wanted to explain that I was there because you held my hand down." Noah handed the thick blanket folds to her. "You're messing around and maybe unconscious. I swear I didn't do anything."

Lia received the blanket and lay down without seeing Noah again.

"Lia, eat before you go to bed."

"I don't like to eat when I'm sick. Doesn't like to talk and be spoken to."

Did he ever like it?

Noah kept venturing closer.

When Lia directly directed her hand to strangle him, Noah only gently touched the girl's face.

"I'm worried about you." Noah rubbed a faint one of Lia's palms that he was holding. "I just want to make sure of your condition. Please, Miss. I have no other meaning."

His hands are still strong.

"I know you think I'm dangerous and could hurt you. But answer me, Lia. If I intend to hurt you, why should I bother delaying it? I can do it now."

He pulled his hand, though it was a bit rough. "I hate men like you. Pretend to do something you don't want to do and act like you're the victim."

"Are you not the same?"

"I'm not pretending." Lia lying. "I don't think you're important to know about me."

Does that mean 'do as you please'?

Noah smiled slightly. Pairing a thick blanket on Lia before leaving her.

He ... was so keen to see something.

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