Refusing the Love of a Mafia Boss
38. Can I Seduce?

Ilina flinched as Noah's real lips touched hers.

For a moment he gently pressed the man away, but Noah held his hand, pointing it at Noah's own hair.

He kissed Ilina softly. Just a kiss for a small kiss.

A moment before it all dissolved, Ilina pushed it hard. Not to get away, but to fall into bed, and crush him.

Adorable. Adorable, huh?

Wouldn't the more adorable person be the big guy with cheeks meeting under the village girl?

"Ilina, can I seduce you?"

Ilina did not answer. Makes him take that as an agreement.

Noah's hand was stretched out. Taking a pinch of her hair that remained above the man, propping her body with her hands to keep some distance.

Noah who was free below hugged his waist without any difficulty.

"I love the smell of tea from your body." Noah kissed the end of his hair with glittering eyes full of seduction. "I felt a little out of control when my pillow still left your scent. I want to feel it every time."

His mouth is slippery too.

He lifted his body a little. Landing a small kiss on Ilina's jaw before pulling her down, lying sideways.

"I won't get tired of messing with your name, Ilina."

Ilina was somewhat closed when Noah stroked her delicate cheeks.

"I'll bring anything into your hands. Whatever it is. So, give me yourself."

When Noah kissed her the second time, Ilina moved, without being asked to reply.

*

The morning sun still did not appear when Ilina got out of bed, intending to breathe the morning air even though it was not as fresh as the air in her village.

Hugging herself with a scarf, Ilina looked at the sky which was slowly starting to lose darkness.

There was a strange feeling in Ilina as she recalled Noah's actions to her.

During her life, Ilina always saw this world as a game played by many people.

Maybe Ilina is not very good at playing something called emotions.

Emotional people like Harsa or Nina, who think that humans should interact with each other's feelings or feelings of resentment and inferiority feelings—Ilina don't know what it's like to be them.

He lives alone.

Crying alone.

Always alone.

The only one he loved was Mahesa Mahardika.

"Don't like me."

Does Mahesa ... know this?

Ilina did not know why but when she turned to look at Andreas Noah and his life, it slowly felt like she was looking at herself.

Loneliness, distrust, the power of loneliness, he went through what Ilina went through in a different way.

"Senior rejected me." Ilina dropped her back against the wall and closed. "What does that mean, if I don't choose that man, then I will lose Senior and my chance of having a Senior replacement?"

Mahesa was always cruel.

After all, he taught Ilina to live as the current Ilina.

He left Ilina, then threatened Ilina, then came back and played around.

Ilina only wanted to return to the village after everything was over.

*

Noah sat down after his consciousness gathered. For a while he continued to cool down, gradually arranging the events in his head until he arrived at a sweet hug and kiss before going to bed.

Not enough.

There was still something Noah wanted to do.

But of course he had to be patient, because getting the stone-hearted girl required the firmness of a hammer.

Noah lowered. Groped the former bed of Ilina who again left her scent.

There are traces of sweat on the bed as well, because this place is not yet Noah pasangi air conditioning.

A number of Ilina's hair fell out, reminding Noah of a lump of tissue in his pouch.

While continuing to try to be conscious, Noah began to straighten the hair one by one.

Ilina's long hair made it easier for Noah to arrange it. Divided some parts of the hair, then began to braid it so as not to scatter.

Still need a lot of hair. And Noah will be patient to take one by one to make a big braid.

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