Refusing the Love of a Mafia Boss
28. Don't Be So Voiced

Radit. "You're so adorable. Be careful. This kind of place kills innocence, especially a girl."

"Is this kind of place also often a crime?"

His face was a bit confused even though he smiled again, replying, "Maybe. Actually I can't say this, but take good care of your bag. Theft can happen too. Though rare, at least as long as I work."

Ilina took a sip of her drink and was a bit bewildered by the taste. "What's this?"

She laughs. "That's soda. Jesus, Lia. You've never had a soda? I don't believe."

Ilina rounded her eyes so innocently. "Soda? So this is what's called soda? It tastes tickling tongue!"

The man is getting interested. "You really never?"

"No. My nanny said it's dangerous for health."

"Nanny? Does the guy in the village have a nanny?"

"Yes. I have two nannies. Three with my possessive nanny."

"I want to know who your possessive nanny is."

Ilina laughed cheerfully. "I'll introduce you later if you want."

"I'm curious."

...*...

Air ... a little hot.

"Noah, what's wrong?"

Noah didn't look at Marissa. Focused on staring at Lia laughing cheerfully with the barista he knew enough.

At the club he was called Radit, and .. I don't know, Noah suddenly forgot who he was. Who, dad?

"Hey, Noah." Marissa touched his arm, but subconsciously Noah glanced coldly.

That would be an alarm for Marissa. He pulled a hand, immediately distracting. "I think you're tired. Let's finish this and hurry back. I might be tired too."

.... He's correct.

"I'm tired too, Marissa." Noah sighed. Trying to smile small. "Let's finish it quickly. Oh, and don't forget my coffee before you go home."

"Of course."

Sure oes.

Let's quickly finish so that Noah can hurry the bath.

...*...

Ilina's body is hot.

After drinking soda is indeed a person's body hot? He did not know because this time he had only seen something called soda in his lifetime.

He did not lie because Ayana did forbid him to drink soda for health.

While trying to walk in Radit's footsteps, Ilina limped. His feet are so limp. Don't know why but Ilina felt short of breath.

What strange feeling was this in his body? I don't know why it feels familiar or unfamiliar.

"Marissa, is this really okay? I don't think this girl deserves to be treated like this."

Ilina faintly heard Marissa's voice from Radit's phone. "Just do! I already paid you! Besides, if it's not over, you want Noah to be suspicious?!"

"Yes, but—whatever. I did it because of you, okay? After this no longer."

"Yes, yeah, you chatty shit!"

"Then get here fast!"

Ilina coughed. He looked up at the man who was now looking at him while returning a friendly smile.

"Is your body okay, miss?"

"Hot." Ilina answered honestly. "I'm thirsty."

"really? I'll help you if you want. Come." Comehere."

Ilina again followed in her footsteps, trying hard to be able to walk. When they enter a room that turns out to be a male toilet, Ilina again looks up to Radit.

"Is it okay here?"

"Yes." Yeah." Radit's approaching. "Well, as long as you don't have much to say."

Ilina smiled weakly. "You don't make too much noise either."

He chuckles in anxiety. Stretched out a hand to lift Ilina's dress loose.

Just let the man hang the dress, leaving the interior in Ilina's body.

Just as her hand was about to touch, Ilina stuck a mini-injection that she had since glued to her palm, deep into the veins on the man's neck.

...*...