Desires Die Hard

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Chapter 160

Here he was, bringing Nathaniel up again.

Anya had been prepared for this though. She placed the bowl of congee down on the table. “Mr. Welton… you don’t have to worry about Nathaniel. He’s got my cousin”

Evan huffed. It sounded like an aborted laugh. “He seems to miss his father”

“He has a father,” Anya replied coolly. “Thank you for your concern for my cousin’s children, Mr. Welton, but it’s unnecessary. They’ve got parents who worry and care for them.”

“Is that so?” Evan asked mildly before raising a glass of water to his lips and taking a sip.

“Yes,” Anya sald firmly. Then, she paused for a moment. She didn’t want to linger too long on the subject. She knew that Evan had a way with words. The man knew how to set up verbal traps for his victims. She might let something slip accidentally if she weren’t careful. The young woman decided to switch the subject. “Mr. Welton, I’m done with breakfast. Can I leave now?”

Evan lifted the fork and knife off the table and started cutting his bacon. “It’s the weekend. Why don’t you joinfor a gof golf later, Ms. MacMillan?”

“I have errands to run.” Anya had been dreading this. She had been worried that the man might try to keep her. She had

been right.

“Do

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know how to play golf?” Evan asked as he savored the piece of freshly grilled bacon. He looked the very picture of power and grace as he ate. His voice was slow and measured when he spoke again. “I recall the MacMillans were avid golfers.”

Anya froze momentarily. He was right. The MacMillans played golf regularly. It took her a moment to reply the man. “I

don’t”

Her father had never taught her how.

That was why she didn’t know how to play golf.

That wasn’t the point though. Even if she knew how to play golf, she wouldn’t be interested in having a gof golf with

Evan.

“That’s great. I’ll teach you.”

The young woman found herself at a loss for words.

Honestly, the young man had gone too far.

Anya took a deep breath. “Mr. Welton, I think you’ve gone overboard. I’m not interested in doing anything that involves spending more twith you.”

“I’m simply inviting you to a gof golf. That seems like a fairly reasonable request.” Evan laughed. His long slender

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fingers were splayed across the glass on the table. He looked up and stared straight into Anya’s eyes with his own ink black ones. “Perhaps Ms. MacMillan thinks herself too good for my company.”

Anya found herself at a momentary loss for words.

She never said such a thing.

“Mr. Welton, I have a prior appointment.” Anya didn’t want to get into an argument with the man.

She tried her best to decline the man’s invitation politely.

“Sounds like an excuse to me.” Evan said. He was right. “Since you’re going to refuse me, I shall retract my invitation. I’m ordering you to joinfor a gof golf.”

Anya’s brow furrowed deeply. Incredulity and disbelief flashed across her eyes. “Mr. Welton…”

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“Your boss just gave you a task. Are you tellingthat you’re not doing it?” Evan asked in a measured voice. “Ms. MacMillan, that’s hardly professional. Are you going to refuse a task that your boss assigned to you?”

She didn’t mind work. What she minded was Evan and being forced to hang out with him.

The frown on her face deepened. Anya’s face gradually stiffened as she stared at the man before her.

Evan had left her with no other option. She would have to quit soon.

“You’re not saying anything.” Evan said. “I’ll take your silence as a ‘yes‘ then.”

Anya finally spoke. “I’ll join you for a gof golf, Mr. Welton.”

It was just a gof golf.

It finally dawned on Anya. Her attempts at avoiding the man and keeping her distance were futile.

This was Evan Welton you were talking about.

Running would simply spur him into going after you.

She wasn’t running anymore. She was going to quit once she was done with Lola’s bridal gown. In the meantime, she would put up with the man.

“Are you sure?” Evan appeared a little taken aback. He had expected her to fight.

“I am.” Anya nodded. “Like you said, it’s work. I can’t refuse work from my boss, can I, Mr. Welton?”

Evan knew what she was trying to say. He was the boss and she couldn’t say ‘no‘ to her boss. The man smiled.

He didn’t say a word. He would make her yield somehow.

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