Desires Die Hard (Anya and Evan) by Beryl Occam

Chapter 66 

This was the first time Evan had done something like this to Anya. Physically trap her in a corner. 

He loomed over her like a terrible shadow, exuding both an intimidating air of authority as well as a magnetic charisma. Anya felt as if she had been caught in a vast net. It wrapped itself around her tightly like a stranglehold. She felt herself gasping for air. 

She knew it. She had to stay away from Evan. 

He was too dangerous. 

“Mr. Welton, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Anya tried to pull herself together, shoving aside the shiver of fear and startlement inside her while remaining calm and composed. 

She lifted her face slightly and stared him in the eye. 

“Is that so? Are you sure you have no idea what I’m talking about?” Evan’s dark eyes stared right back into Anya’s bright and beautiful ones. They seemed to look right into her soul. 

Anya 

felt a shiver ripple through her body. She bit her lips unknowingly. 

“I really don’t, Mr. Welton.” 

“Stop pretending. There was a hint of forcefulness in Evan’s voice. He leaned towards Anya with his full and terrible weight. 

They were standing so close, they looked as if they were about to fall into each other’s arms. 

Anya threw herself into the wall behind her instantly. She had no idea what Evan was talking about. 

The young woman blinked furiously as she tried to keep her cool. “Mr. Welton, I’m not pretending. I honestly have no ideal what you’re talking about.” 

“Are you sure you’re not putting on an act right now?” The look in Evan’s eyes darkened. His hand shot up and grabbed Anya’s chin tightly. The man tried to turn Anya’s face towards him so that he could look her straight in the eye. “Do you really have no idea why my grandmother asked you out for lunch?” 

Anya froze. Realization dawned on her then. So, this was what he was going on about. 

He believed that she had somehow tricked his grandmother into asking her out for lunch. 

She knew it. She had been right. 

Evan detested her. Everything she did seemed suspect to him. 

“I didn’t do anything. Mr. Welton. Your grandmother invited me for lunch,” Anya said quietly. Her eyes were dark with disillusionment as she stared at the man whom she had once been in love with for so many years. “You can ask the old lady herself if you don’t believe me.” 

Chapter 66 

“You should know that I wasn’t the one who volunteered to design her hat. I was just doing what I was told.” 

She spat those words out softly, then after a moment, spoke again. “Will you release me now, Mr. Welton?” 

Evan didn’t want to let her go at all. He pursed his lips as his fingers pinched her soft chin. The next moment, he was leaning in again and gazing down at her like a predator with his prey. His words came out husky. “Are you sure you’re not lying to me?” 

Anya caught the mild mint–flavored scent of smoke drifting from Evan’s lips as he spoke. 

She hated the smell of cigarette smoke. 

Yet somehow, it didn’t smell so bad now. In fact, it smelled especially good. 

The young woman couldn’t help the sudden shiver coursing through her body. She didn’t know why the man had to stand so close. He just wanted some answers, didn’t he? Besides, she thought he disliked her. 

Couldn’t he take a few steps back and talk to her like a normal human being? 

“I’m not lying,” Anya said as she held her breath. “Mr. Welton, please release me. If you honestly don’t want me around, 1 can return to the room and tell Mdm Welton that something has cropped up and that I have to leave right now.” 

“Are you in a hurry to go?” Evan threw her a look. 

He had no idea why he couldn’t stop thinking about 

on the wor 

Evan was struck by how he couldn’t stop thinking about the way she smelled. The sight of her lips drove him insane. He wanted desperately to kiss her. 

Seized by the impulse, he lost all reason. The fact that this was the woman who had set him up became lost to him for a single instant. 

His mind blanked out completely. 

Only one thought remained in his head. 

He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss those red lips. 

He wanted them wet and swollen from his kisses and he wanted her breathless from the lack of air and filled with only his 

breath. 

Then, he realized what he was thinking. He must be going mad.