Desires Die Hard

What Cohen Is Going To Do?

"Mr. Olson, what are you looking at?"

Noticing that Cohen fixed his eyes on Anya, Evan smiled faintly and said slowly, "I've heard that you went to the same school as my wife."

"Yes." Cohen withdrew his gaze and answered calmly as if nothing had happened.

Anya was a bit awkward. She didn't want them to talk about her past.

She coughed and said, "Why don't you order some food first?

"What's the point talking about the past? Although Mr. Olson and I were schoolmates, we were not close." Anya gave Evan the runaround.

She worried that Evan might be jealous.

"Honey, I know you weren't close. But you went to the same university! That's interesting, right?" Evan turned to Anya and rubbed her hair gently.

His tenderness made her the envy of other female customers.

But it disgusted Cohen.

He wanted to win her back very much.

"Yeah," Anya said helplessly.

Evan was trying to warn Cohen.

Anya knew that he was being jealous. But Cohen had nothing on him. She believed that Evan didn't need to worry.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Most importantly, she had never had a feeling for Cohen.

Many years ago, she met Evan at a party and had a crush on him.

Since then, she had never forgotten about him.

Evan was her first crush.

She only loved him.

"Mr. Welton, you really love your wife." Despite the disgust, Cohen smiled and said.

"She is my wife. Of course, I love her. You'll love your wife after you get married, will you?" Evan smiled faintly and signaled the waiter to fetch a bottle of red wine.

Cohen smiled significantly, "Mr. Welton, don't make fun of me. I've got someone I love. So I won't get married."

"Why don't you marry her?" Evan looked up at him straightly.

"But it's kind of difficult," continued Cohen.

"Why? Do you need my help?" Evan asked on purpose.

Cohen sneered, "Mr. Welton, thank you. But I think I'd better do it myself."

He ignored Evan's dark eyes and said significantly, "Even if I might fail, I will try my best."

"I'm looking forward to it!" said Evan.

"I see." Cohen put on a faint smile.

Noticing that they were at loggerheads, Anya felt nervous. She even had a feeling that Cohen was talking about her. But she thought that she was thinking too much.

After all, Cohen didn't say that.

She decided to focus on their cooperation. Therefore, she interrupted them. "Mr. Olson, the food here is good. Check the menu."

Cohen nodded gently. "Thank you, Ms. MacMillan."

"You're welcome. Hope we can work well together."

"Me too."

Evan still stared at Cohen with deep eyes where there was a touch of anger.

He was curious about what he was going to do to win Anya's heart.