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.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Although it was not finished yet, he could see it was fabulous.

He thought, I knew Anya and I are two of a kind.

We all have a great talent in design.

We can be a perfect couple.

Thinking of that, a desire arose in his heart. How he wished that Anya could be with him.

He imagined, We can share our design concepts. We can hug and kiss.

We can have our babies.

Cohen felt the beautiful future was beckoning him. Although he thought Evan might be acting last night, he set his suspicion aside when he saw Anya's pitiable face.

"Mr. Olson, is there anything else I can help you with?" Anya asked.

"I just want to see if you're okay," Cohen came to his senses and said, "By the way, do you have the inspiration for the design contest?"

"Yes, I do."

"That's good. I believe you will win the contest," Cohen said with a soft light in his eyes.

Anya pretended to be sad and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

After a pause, she said, "Mr. Olson, you are right. I can't be depressed anymore."

"I believe you will figure it out."

Anya looked up at Cohen with her liquid eyes and said appealingly, "Mr. Olson, would you like to have lunch with me? I should have treated you a meal."

"Anya, you don't need to be so courteous with me." Cohen declined. But he was delighted that Anya paid attention to him.

"Is this a good start?" he wondered.

"Mr. Olson, I need you and your abilities to help our company weather the storm. So I must treat you to a meal." Anya gazed at him steadily.

Cohen met her gaze. He almost thought she fell in love with him.

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

"What would you like to eat?" Anya asked.

"Anything will do. What food do you like?" He was not particular about food.

Anya frowned and said, "I'm tired of restaurants. I'd rather eat at home. I really don't know where we can go to have lunch."

"Let me think about it."

Then he advised, "If you don't mind, let's go to my place. I can cook."

"Really?" Anya looked at him in wide-eyed amazement.

"So would you like to come?" he asked carefully.

Anya was happy that he took the bait. In case that he got suspicious, she paused for a long time and replied, "All right."

Cohen was so glad that he could not help smiling. "I'll wait for you."

"Okay."

"Then I'd better let you work," he said and went out.

He was walking to his office joyfully and suddenly the smile froze on his face. He wondered, Why did Anya agree so soon? Why is she so willing to go to my house?

What's her purpose?