Desires Die Hard

Chapter 859 Why Is Anya Willing To Go To His House?

"Mr. Olson, stop saying that. This is my family thing. Evan is not that kind of a person. He used to be good to me. Maybe he was upset and did not control himself," Anya argued deliberately.

Cohen knew she could not leave Evan at once. He calmed himself down, walked to her, and knelt on one knee. He put his hand on the armrest of her chair, and said earnestly, "Anya, I know you can't take the fact at the moment. But I have to tell you that Evan does not love you."

"A man who loves you will not insult you or bark at you. He will warm you and care for you when you encounter difficulties. So come to your senses and think about what I said. Don't be so silly."

"You don't need to worry that you will have no pursuers after you divorce him. There are plenty of men who will like you."

Cohen was implying something. He looked at Anya with a kind of glitter in his dark eyes.

There was a greedy desire in his eyes.

"Mr. Olson, I know you mean well for me. But my mind is in turmoil. I don't think he means to desert me." Anya shook her head and bit her lip to hold the tears.

"Anya, don't be upset. I'm with you." Cohen said gently, "Cheer up. Don't torture yourself for such a bastard. Once he hurts you, he will hurt you again. He will bark at you again. You should see him in his true colors."

"Thank you. I'll think about it." Anya drew a piece of tissue and dabbed her tears with it.

"Well, think about my words. The person who likes you always waits for you." Cohen rose to his feet. He swept the litter of tissues into the wastebasket and cleaned up the desk.

Then he accidentally noticed the half-finished design draft on the desk.

His eyes lit up suddenly.

not finished yet, he could

knew Anya and I are two of a

a great talent in

can be a

that, a desire arose in his heart. How he wished that Anya

We can share our design concepts.

can have

him. Although he thought Evan might be acting last night,

I can help you with?"

if you're okay," Cohen came to his senses and said,

"Yes, I do."

the contest," Cohen

pretended to be sad and wiped her eyes with

you are right. I can't be depressed

will

said appealingly, "Mr. Olson, would you like to have lunch with me? I should have treated you

with me." Cohen declined. But

good

Olson, I need you and your abilities to help our company weather the storm. So I must treat you

almost thought

his mouth curved in a smile. He said, "If you insist, I will have lunch with you. We can straighten out your problem

would you like to eat?"

you