Refusing the Love of a Mafia Boss
32. I Hate Everything About You

"Sit, Lia. Let's eat together."

Ilina is very difficult to guess. Therefore Noah was a little surprised he wanted to sit down, taking the spoon that was near the plate.

So he doesn't think Noah poisoned him? Can Noah consider that a development?

"How are you doing? I wanted to call the doctor, but I held back because you might hate him."

Over the past few weeks, Noah realizes that Ilina hates his identity.

It doesn't seem like it's just because he feels dangerous. He just doesn't like what he's hiding to be known to others.

So Noah would still call her Lia. Let him know that Noah will keep pretending, until at least he wants Noah to stop pretending.

Noah smiled sweetly as Ilina glanced at him. He ate quietly, not knowing that Noah's fingertips were shaking.

Adorable. This obsessive feeling is new and tickling.

Noah enjoyed the feeling when he saw Ilina eating with her mouth full, chewing slowly until her cheeks twitched.

He'll definitely find out Noah's secret. And he's pretty close to that, because Palmer's gonna start hunting him outright right now.

"I've spoken to the agency." Noah hopes he responds a little. "Marissa's death could be a reason for me to take a break from television for a moment. Or should I vacuum, Lia? What say?"

He ate with his eyes staring at Noah sharply.

It was a long time to wait for her to finish chewing, and then Ilina said, "Do as you please."

"Then maybe I should stop." Noah stared at his food with his heart pounding. "Accupants don't enjoy the profession of a singer."

".... Then why are you singing?"

Ilina asked. Only God knew how hard Noah felt.

"Because I'm bored." Noah smiled half laughing. "They said my face was handsome and had a selling point. Rather than acting, I preferred singing, so I appeared as a singer. Of course, I had expected that I would not climb the peak. I have no ambition."

Unexpectedly, Ilina smiled. "Acting is your better ability."

Ah, needle. Noah smiled gently and gave a strong impression he was retreating.

It seemed that now Ilina was already not going to kill him even though Noah was approaching, but in another sense, that smile still signified something dangerous.

"I don't hate men who know how to act." Ilina smiled just as gently.

He bowed to the food and then stabbed straight at the egg roll on his plate.

"I like men who have power. Isn't that a natural impulse?"

Whatdoes thatmean? Rarely was Noah confused at one's wordplay.

"But I actually hate men who don't want to be frank."

Noah's fingertips were shaking. His eyes twitched and his breathing was a bit hasty.

Ilina. He was really the piece Noah was looking for in his life. Tempting and threatening at the same time.

"I hate men who hide their meaning from me."

Noah clenched his hands. Gently looked at the girl even though she was looking at her coldly. "What if the man is just trying to pull your heart out in a different way?"

The stone-hearted girl was now poking hard at the food on the table. "I hate men who don't follow my will."

"...."

"I hate men who pound at will without my permission."

Noah's breath was hunting.

"I hate a man who every time he sees me, his mind is littered with impossible fantasies."

Noah swallowed the hot saliva.

"And I hate a guy who thinks he can have me when he actually has nothing."

Finished with her refusal, Ilina moved on. Enter Noah's room, leaving him with the sound of the door locked.

Noah's face was red. He closed his mouth, lowered his face to hide the urge to laugh.

Why is she so adorable?

"I hate you." That's what he wanted to say. "I hate everything about you. I know about your passion and I hate you even more."

That's what he said.

Adorable.

But not yet.

Not-time.

Another bit.

Noah had to be patient a little more even though he was impatient.

...*...

"Ilina, do you like me?"

At that time, Ilina was twelve years less when Mahesa suddenly asked a stern question.

He who was still so a boy to be confident of course blushed, panicked to react for fear Mahesa said he was laughable.

"N-no, Senior! I don't like Senior!"

"You hate me?"

"NO!"

Mahesa laughed in amusement. Making Ilina even more red and confused about what to do.

He planned to run away instead of being asked about likes, but Mahesa reached out.

If she reached out to Ilina, then Mahesa wanted her to come and hold her.

"I like Ilina too." Mahesa rubbed her cheek which was hot with embarrassment. "But can I say something?"

"Of course."

"Don't like me."

Ilina sculpting.

"I'll let you like me when you're sure you're not asking for anything back from me. Before that, don't like me."

It took a very long time for Ilina to understand.

That Mahesa meant was that she lived in a world where she was reluctant to feel love, disliked the game of emotions in love, and hated having to get caught up in it.

Ilina secretly knew that she always hoped for a reply. That's why Ilina did not dare more than the limit Mahesa gave.

Come to think of it, Noah was the second man in his life aside from the people who took care of Ilina.

Being loved was a foreign thing to Ilina. What he knew was only about the subordinate's loyalty to his master, and the liking of a girl to a man they admired.

He never knew what a man's love for a woman was.

Ilina read it in the book. Love is a love that is driven by emotional and sexual attraction.

Of course Ilina had experienced it. Sometimes he dreams of spending the night with Senior Mahesa as a man and a woman.

But ... his feelings are unrequited.

That's why it's foreign.

"Don't play the feeling." Ilina rubbed the dust on the music note statue beside Noah's bed. "Don't be merciful. Don't care about others, and don't wait for someone to care."

That is the principle of his life.

"Emotion is weakness." Ilina put the statue back. "And the weak .. that's sad."

Is correct. Don't mind Noah's feelings.

It's easier to figure out what the hidden purpose behind those feelings is.

Ilina just stayed in the room the whole time, and went out to shower or eat.

Every time he looked at Noah, the man smiled fakely, saying Ilina didn't need to do anything, rest well.

For a long time, it felt like Ilina was being treated like a seriously ill person. But he was silent, for patience in observing was the key to observation itself.

Until then Ilina felt it was time for her to move.

"I'm going to see Xavier Palmer."

...*...