Desires Die Hard

Can't Wait To Take Anya Home

After Evan hung up the phone, Cohen passed the phone to Anya. His originally calm face now changed, with a desire of possession in his eyes. "Anya, there's no need to spend your life with him. If I were you, I will divorce him!"

"He's just mad at me..." Anya lowered her head and murmured, with the phone in her hand.

"Don't be silly! Anya, he's not mad at you. He's trying to abandon you! Can't you see that?" Boldly, Cohen slipped his arm around Anya's shoulder and comforted her, "Listen! You can divorce him and leave JK Couture. Then, I will take you to Foxville."

"Sorry, Mr. Olson. My mind is all messed up now. Could you please leave me alone?" Anya couldn't promise him right now to avoid his doubt.

"Sure. I know it's hard for you to accept this. It's okay. I will stay here and accompany you all the time," Cohen said, with his hand still on Anya's shoulder.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

This time, Anya didn't refuse him to make everything more convincing.

"As for the match of JK Couture, it all depends on you now, Cohen." Anya paused for a second and then, she wiped her eyes histrionically and said, "I gotta go and pack up my stuff now."

Cohen was a bit upset at Anya's words with a sense of loss. He couldn't wait to live with her. "Anya, I can go with you!"

However, Anya shook her head slowly. "Thanks, but I can handle it."

"I don't think so. Let me help you, Anya," Cohen said.

Anya bit her lips and kept silent for a moment, acting like she was hesitating. Then, she nodded her head.

Joyfully as Cohen smiled, Anya felt a little ironic. Cohen had ruined the match and let her fall into disrepute, but all he had done was just to make her divorced.

Would he ruin her either if she went against his wishes when they lived together?

He was so horrible.

Anya suppressed the disgust and anger. She went back to the mansion to pack up her stuff with him.

She packed a few things in the mansion, put them in a bag, and walked out.

Seeing that she came out carrying a heavy bag, Cohen hurried to her and took the bag over, said, "Where are you going to live?"

"A hotel, maybe," Anya said, pretending to be sorrowful.

"You can live in my house," Cohen said gently, "I can take care of you."

"No, I can't ... I'm still Evan's wife. He will think that I cheat on him." Anya shook her head and refused Cohen's advice.

However, Cohen wouldn't miss the chance to get close to her. He said in a hurry, "That's not a big deal, Anya. Look, we are friends, right? It's nothing to live in your friend's house.

"Besides, Evan has already decided to divorce you. You don't need to consider his feelings.

"And I can help you think about how you can get Eudora's custody, Anya."

Hearing what he said, Anya frowned. How could he know Eudora?

She couldn't ask him right now, so Anya decided to keep silent. After a while, she said, "Well. You're right."

"Then let's go." Anya's answer brightened Cohen's eyes. He looked excited and opened the door of the car blandly.

Anya didn't say anything but got into the car.

Sitting in the backseat, Anya messaged Evan immediately as Cohen was driving the car.

As soon as Evan received Anya's message, his eyes darkened. He pressed his lips tightly, and thought, It seems that Cohen is so eager to take Anya home.

Well, you'd better be ready to accept my punishment, Mrs. Welton. Evan then called Hayden to catch Anya with Cohen in Cohen's house, and find Paula.