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 ced the noodles on the dining table, turned around and said to me, “Go wash your hands and


    Now that everyone hade 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 ced


    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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    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 nheless. He also made some tea and grabbed some snacks.


    He was acting too abnormal.


    Seeing me nce 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 vor 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 wasrge 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 avable 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


    staring directly into his enchanting eyes, and said, “Cooking personally, preparing snacks, decorating


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    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 ying 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 ck 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 notcking, 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 particrly


    thin, but because they were pursed, they appeared somewhat cool and thin. I tiptoed and leaned


    towards his lips, the atmosphere bing 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 ovee with anger and


    embarrassment, “Tabatha, you…”