Desires Die Hard

Chapter 130

When Mr. Cornwall turned around, the extremely spacious and luxurious office was so quiet that everyone could seemingly hear a pin drop.

Mr. Cornwall was a little nervous at such silence since he absolutely hated eavesdropping on his boss‘ matters. Since he had always lived by the principle, ‘The more one knows, the more one suffers. After he turned around and hesitated for a couple of seconds, he said, “I’ll wait for you outside, Mr. Welton. If you have anything you need from me, you can call me.” Mr. Cornwall blurted that out and before Evan could even say anything, he strode out.

or that.

A door slam could be heard after that.

The spacious office returned to its earlier silent state.

“I’m a little curious, Ms. MacMillan.” Evan exclaimed after staring at her slightly stiff looking little face.

He sounded calm and a mild refreshing minty scent could be sensed from his breath after he had smoked a cigarette earlier.

He was exhaling on her face. His breath felt warm and refreshing. It was not too strong and actually smelled good.

That was why every woman in the capitol wanted to kiss Evan. It seemed that not only was the man attractive looking, his breath smelled really good too. This would melt any woman’s heart.

herself down from her panic as she frantically pushed him away and stood up before exclaiming, “Mr. Welton, this is very personal to me and I believe you

difficult to lie

not frame her after looking at the paternity report results,

seemed uncharacteristic of him to do so.

personal affairs but the only thing is…We spent a night together…I can’t help but be skeptical of it, right?” Evan replied as he stared directly at

he was trying to spot a shred of any reaction from her face. The truth was, he was truly skeptical of the authenticity of

he absolutely trusted Mr. Cornwall’s as a person. He would not lie

those children really not his?

felt like a wall and it seemed that no matter how she tried to push, he just would not budge.

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Evan asked. He then squinted his menacing gaze and it felt

his glare as she pouted her lips, calmed herself down and said, “Yes, Mr. Welton. Can you let go of me now? Isn’t what you’re doing

and it

ever again, Mr.

to do with you,

before releasing Anya, allowing

from his lap, she wanted to