Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF)
Chapter 466

Chapter 466 Mockery

He scoffed and didn't care, just turned back and continued to focus on the noodles in the pot. It was unknown where he learned it from, but he managed to cook two bowls of noodles quite professionally. He placed the noodles on the dining table, turned around and said to me, "Go wash your hands and come eat."

Now that everyone had come over, I naturally had no reason to put on airs. I got up, washed my hands, and sat down at the dining table. There was an extra cup of iced drink in front of me, which was placed by Ezra.

"The climate in River City is quite nice, not too hot or cold, and aside from being a bit humid, it's quite suitable for long-term living. What a pity," he sighed, for some unknown reason.

I didn't respond, taking a bite of the noodles instead. The taste was decent. As I was about to take a second bite, the person across from me spoke again, "How does it taste?"

I looked up, unexpectedly meeting his hopeful gaze. This man was handsome, quite pleasing to the eye except when he was killing. I lowered my gaze, saying lightly, "You may swallow." Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on his handsome face, and he said, "Then eat more."

Not wanting to speak another word to him, I lowered my head and ate my noodles.

I had not even finished half a bowl of noodles when another full bowl was pushed in front of me. I looked up, furrowing my brows, at the

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person across from me, puzzled.

He seemed in a good mood, saying, "Eat more if you like it, there's still some in the pot."

Looking at him, I pursed my lips and said coldly, "Ezra, if you like raising pigs, I don't mind giving you a few."

His face stiffened, and he looked downcast.

I didn't talk much with him, I stopped eating because I had no appetite, and got up to sit back down on the living room sofa.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I always felt that Ezra's temper seemed much better today than before.

He was a person who ate very quickly, which could be described as wolfing down his food. Indeed, how could someone like him be as elegant and refined as Walter?

The good-looking was ultimately just a skin bag.

After eating noodles, Ezra sat next to me, turned on the TV. There wasn't much to watch on TV, but he seemed to enjoy it nonetheless. He also made some tea and grabbed some snacks. He was acting too abnormal.

Seeing me glance at him sideways, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Choose whatever you like to watch."

After speaking, he tore open a bag of chips and handed it to me, saying, "Eat up!"

I frowned, finding this person peculiar.

"Don't like it?" Seeing that I didn't move, he spoke, ready to tear open

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another flavor of snack.

"I don't eat snacks." Looking at him, I spoke, stood up, and asked indifferently, "Where is my room?"

"Turn right on the second floor." He spoke, the thing in his hand already carelessly discarded.

Ignoring his actions, I got up and went upstairs.

The bedroom was large and warmly decorated. The bed sheets were lotus root pink, and both the wardrobe and the dressing table were in French style. Clearly, everything was arranged in a way that most women would like.

Even the clothes in the wardrobe were well-prepared. The pajamas were available in a variety of colors, and both the brand and quality were high-end.

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It seemed he had been in River City for time to have had the opportunity to prepare all these.

"Do you like it?" A voice came from behind, it was Ezra.

I reached out and caressed my pajamas, the satin fabric was very

comfortable. I turned my to look at Ezra, squinting my eyes,

staring directly into his enchanting eyes, and said, "Cooking personally, preparing snacks, decorating the room, Ezra, don't tell me you did all this just to find out whether I like it or not?"

He approached me, a smirk playing on his lips, "What if I said yes?"

Well, at least you didn't deny it.

I took a step towards him, reaching out to smooth the slight wrinkles on his black shirt. The man was well-built, and even through the fabric, I could clearly sense his robustness. Without retracting my

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hand, I moved a bit closer to him, climbing onto his shoulder.

He was within arm's reach. I tilted my head back, smiling past his

slightly moving Adam's apple, and asked him, "Ezra, you like me, don't you?"

So close, I could clearly hear his heartbeat, so clear that it could be described as deafening.

He lowered his gaze, his tall figure standing coldly, allowing my fingertips to lightly touch his Adam's apple, "Tabatha, I'm not short of women by my side."

"Pilt!" I scoffed, pointing at his slightly moving Adam's apple, "If you're not lacking, why did you take a bullet for me? Why did you do all these?"

He looked at me, no longer speaking.

I looked up at his well-defined jawline, my gaze shifting to his lips. The man's lips weren't particularly thin, but because they were pursed, they appeared somewhat cool and thin. I tiptoed and leaned towards his lips, the atmosphere becoming somewhat ambiguous and sticky.

His body noticeably stiffened a bit, probably out of instinct, and he closed his eyes.

I didn't stick it on, I just watched him quietly from a hair's breadth

away.

Perhaps he didn't feel the expected softness, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at me. His dark pupils met mine, and I didn't hide the mockery and contempt in my eyes at all.

His face darkened, he abruptly pushed me away, momentarily overcome with anger and embarrassment, "Tabatha, you..."

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