Desires Die Hard

Chapter 248

It seemed that she would have no choice but to stay the night there.

Anya felt helpless and returned to the guest room again. She then furiously slammed the door shut like earlier before locking it. She was planning on staying in there until the next day.

The instant the door was locked, she thought to herself, ‘Evan isn’t the kind of barbaric man that would knock on my door and do something to me, right?”

If he said that he would not touch her, he would honor his words.

Anya laid on the huge soft bed as she stared at the tall white ceiling. She felt slightly empty while she zoned out.

This was the second time she slept over in the man’s house and aside from feeling slightly not used to it, she was missing

her children a lot too.

She wondered how were they doing at the moment, were they all asleep already and have they all eaten?

Anya missed her children dearly. However, it was already that late and if she was to call home then, it would wake her aunt up. Thus, she held herself back from calling her aunt and simply sent her a text to tell her that she was okay and safe.

She did not want to dawdle about any longer after sending the text since she still had to go to work the next day. She went to wash herself up.

Evan’s guest room was much bigger than her aunt’s master’s bedroom. It was stocked full of the toiletries that she needed

as well.

she did not bring a change

hair down and took a bath. She would

she was able to find a huge towel in his guest room. She

on her body and got out of the washroom with her soaking wet hair. She wanted to find a hair dryer to dry her hair. However, she was unable to find it

was. After some thinking, she decided to briefly dry her hair

the window, a cold breeze blew

immediately.

to catch a cold

children when she

a

took a glance at her dripping wet long hair. After some consideration, she

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A

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the hair dryer

was forced to look for Evan

computer while sitting on his

returned home from work.

asked, “Is there a hairdryer here, Mr. Welton? I need to blow dry my

was

done speaking. His gaze was unknowingly focused on her snow–white cleavage