Refusing the Love of a Mafia Boss
25. I'm Not That Girl

Ilina pretended as if Noah was not looking at her. It still feels disgusting, but Ilina knows enough how to be patient when she has decided to be patient.

Sweetly she scoops the melted marshmallow in her chocolate glass, eating it like she was so excited.

Well, he was quite excited.

Mahesa always gave her a marshmallow as a gift.

Hot taste along with sweet bitter taste. Ilina also knows how to make her face look adorable—at least, that's Mahesa said.

"Be careful." He's approaching for real. Feed bait.

Once again touched Ilina's hand on the grounds of helping to hold the glass containing hot chocolate.

"This is the first time you've eaten marshmallows?"

Ilina nodded. "Nob."

He's laughing a little. "Burning it is good too. Or even ice cream can be."

"really?"

"Yes. I'll show you later. Somewhen."

...*...

So he didn't think Noah was a fool, but whatever Noah thought, he could master it, right?

See her. Suddenly it's real plain. Eating marshmallows with adorable faces. Now he's the one who seduced.

And Noah approached as he wished. It smelled a soft scent from Lia's body.

It reminded Noah of the smell of Lia's sweat on his sheets and pillowcase. Wang tempt.

"Your body is still hot." Noah persevered to remain standing at a distance of less than one ruler.

His hands were burning holding the bottom of the glass, and he definitely knew it, but neither he nor Noah intended to show it.

"Eat and rest enough. I can't watch you get sick for too long."

Lia did not answer. His eyes were now focused on seeing the rest of the marshmallows in the glass.

He seems sincere to like it. Turns out he still has a girl side in there.

What should Noah do to her?

...*...

"Marissa, for a while I had to turn down an offer to appear in the media."

Of course Marissa was surprised. "Noah, you understand that this is a job and not something to do when you're happy when you're bored?"

"I understand. But I think I need some time to calm down."

"What's wrong? Did something happen again?"

Noah glanced at Lia sitting, looking still limp even though he was back doing his routine of taking notes in the book.

Of course Marissa looked at the glance of those eyes and tried hard not to frown.

"Well?"

"I ...." Noah acted as if nothing had happened. "I'll accept the offer at the live music event only. Media whether television or social media, for now not."

"At least explain what's going on."

"I'll explain later. Please, Marissa."

".... No." Marissa looked coldly at him as if understanding what Noah's intentions really were. "I think you're out of your mind, Noah. You want to sacrifice your career just to spend time with him?!"

"Marissa, it's not—"

"Not what?! I refrain from commenting, Noah, because I believe in you! But help! Please at least wake yourself up a little!"

"...."

"What did that girl give you, I asked you! Did he help you first when you were alone?! Was he with you when you needed help?!"

"...."

"Nobody is with you! None of them include him! You did it yourself, fought alone, got everything yourself, then now it doesn't matter because the girl-in-law came?!"

"Marissa, listen, I'm not—"

"Did he even see you as a human?!"

Marissa pointed at Lia there.

"Look how horrible he is! Me and you argued over it, he didn't even blink or think he should say something! He doesn't appreciate you and you like him?!"

When he saw a tear on Marissa's face, Noah decided to shut up. The girl immediately moved out, just out of the apartment.

Noah's gaze moved on Lia. Move closer to him to sit on the sofa that is close to the position he is sitting.

"You hear that? He said you were terrible."

Lia just stopped writing. "I don't understand why you keep useless subordinates."

Noah chuckles. Subordinates are useless, huh?

Actually it's not like that. Only from the beginning was it ... Noah never relied on Marissa.

He trusts Noah, worries about him and is always there. Noah ....

"He's pathetic." Lia glanced at Noah. "Yell until his throat hurts while you don't even care what he says."

Noah just smiled faintly.

"I think he actually knows you wouldn't care if he died anyway." Lia smiled obliquely and returned to writing.

Perhaps he intended to maintain that silence and Noah just went into the room. But what Noah did was get down, get close to Lia who immediately closed the book.

"Your body is still hot." Noah touched the girl's hand carefully. "Lay again, Lia."

She's quiet.

"I'm .. Just worried about you."

Noah holds one hand of Lia the other—or rather holds her back from stabbing a mini-injection containing the poison.

"Can't I even do that?"

She smiles. Pulling back his hand violently, and bringing their faces closer.

Noah can clearly see the caramel brown color in Lia's eyes that seems to shine when viewed up close.

"I'm not that girl, sir." He whispered.

Lia's palm deliberately landed on her thigh, as if knowing it was more suffocating Noah.

"I can let you get close, then let you get away. I can also let you get close, then finish you off. Be careful."

Noah smiled. "Of course."

Understanding that now that he did not want to be approached, Noah moved away. Get into his bed to enjoy this fun pounding.

...*...