Desires Die Hard

Chapter 228

“Oh really?” Evan looked at her deeply as though he might eat her alive..

Anya did not appreciate Evan’s staring, so she averted her eyes and said, “Yes, Mr. Welton. Mr. Hanson and I are heading back to JK Couture.”

Jake chimed in and said, “Mr. Welton, shall we go?”

“What’s the hurry? I have something to talk to Ms. MacMillan about.” Evan spoke calmly in a powerful tone, “Ms. MacMillan, why don’t you take my car so we can talk on the way back?”

A chill instantly ran down Anya’s back. She knew Evan was up to no good.

“Mr. Welton, why can’t we talk about it now?” Anya certainly did not want to share a car with him.

Evan smiled as he said, “Ms. MacMillan, it’s not like I will eat you alive, right? Do you have to be so reluctant? I am Welton Group’s CEO. Why can’t I talk to a designer from JK Couture?”

Anya went speechless as she clenched his fists tightly. Evan was doing this intentionally.

“Anya, why don’t you and Mr. Welton go on and take the same car so that you can have a chat?” Jake could tell Evan was a little pissed.

did not cross Jake’s mind that Evan had other intentions towards

Evan to think that the

but she bit her lip before she hesitated and

finished his sentence, he headed to the

to say to the man beside her, “Mr. Welton, if you have anything to say, just do it

Evan looked at her as he spoke huskily, “I own

car. I am just worried it is

will do you in the car? The car is too confined, so it’s hard to have a good time in there. You have nothing to worry about

so outspoken that Anya’s face instantly flushed red as she

embarrassing. The more she got to know Evan, the more she realized what a hooligan he was even though he had a cold

around outside and let everyone see the blush on your face?” Evan glanced

My car is up

headed over to the car.

glanced at him and suppressed her anger before following behind

Evan leaned back comfortably into the leather seat before telling the chauffeur to

the window as the car gradually pulled out of the hotel. She said coldly. “Mr. Welton, what do you want

of her head gently and said indulgently, “Ms. MacMillan, since you are