Refusing the Love of a Mafia Boss
42. Supposed to be Mine
Xavier Palmer is Noah's nephew whom he views differently.
The boy had something in him that was different from Benedict's arrogance and his grandfather who smelled the earth.
Perhaps the only reason why Xavier still looks ordinary and does not develop much is because his father is still pressuring him.
He was still considered too small, too young, too childish to do anything.
Though, according to Noah, he would be great if he was left. But ....
Ilina continued to test it.
It didn't matter to Noah what he wanted to do to Xavier. That child is indeed dangerous, so Ilina will definitely kill him now or tomorrow.
Even so .... Why did he have to pretend to laugh there until he let Xavier take off his glasses.
He always stared hard at Noah. His face was always flat and scary to Noah. Why is Xavier so ordinary?
Noah stared at his palm which was again shaking for a different reason.
The burning feeling in Noah's soul made him numb. Even though he knew the smile Ilina gave someone meant was the decision that that person would die, still.
It was supported to be mine, Noah murmured in himself.
Ilina's smile was not worth giving them. Why should I smile? Is there a need for him to smile?
He always does that, while he knows Noah is behind him. If Noah was angry, then he would leave, and if Noah was patient then Ilina would act cold.
Ilina. When did he really want to see Noah?
...*...
From the beginning, Ilina had indeed not intended to kill Xavier today. Even if he wanted to kill him in this place.
It was too early for Ilina to play with Benedict's emotions. So after spending the crap talk about the mother, Ilina came back.
Enter the house and find Noah arranging food on the table.
"Ilina's."
Uncle and nephew are the same, right? They make their smile a cover.
It was hard to mock her because Ilina was the same.
Abandoned for a moment the man without saying anything, went into the bathroom to wash himself.
Under the shower, Ilina recalled her conversation with Xavier.
Come to think of it, the violent Andreas Noah also gave his mother to Mahesa for the safety of the woman who gave birth to him.
Then Mahesa ....
"Senior is getting married?"
"My mother wants me to get married." Mahesa seemed to have a burden. "I told you, Ilina. I don't want to get married."
But Mahesa got married because her mother said so at the end of her life.
Mother. A figure that Ilina would never understand.
What ... would the woman think if she was still alive? Will he be proud? Or maybe she felt Ilina had grown up wrong?
"Whatever it is," Ilina stared coldly at the raindrop-like splash of water before her, "I can't care."
In the end it's what matters. Because he wanted to feel it, the figure called Mother had been busy with her death for a long time.
...*...
"Ilina's."
Not feeling the need to answer, Ilina sat on the dining table chair.
His eyes were staring at the dishes on the table, a bit wondering why today there seemed to be a lot of food.
Noah carried a bowl of porridge in front of him. He pulled out a chair to sit closer to Ilina.
"I know you like soft food. So I'll just make porridge."
Porridge with meat dishes cooked with spices.
Whatisthis? A kare? Sliced fish meat resembles sashimi complete with soy sauce, then egg rolls with a flush of red sauce is not spicy.
Ilina took the spoon. Tasting the taste of chicken broth porridge made by Noah.
Tasty.
Because Ilina's hands are more accustomed to cooking food without flavor or with a little spice, Noah can be said to be more good at cooking.
She knew Ilina did not like spicy food. She knew Ilina didn't like food that was too hard. The texture of the meat is soft, the taste of spices that are not too concentrated but tasteful.
The red color of the sauce does not leave a spicy trace on the tongue. This time it was quite entertaining.
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