Desires Die Hard

Anya didn’t want anyone to know that she was breastfeeding. She snuck out of the office with a small tote bag, containing her pump,

and headed for the washroom on that level.

While the young woman was quietly pumping her milk in a cubicle in the washroom, Evan had just finished his meeting and was now heading down to the tenth floor. He needed to talk to Jake about JK Couture’s plans for a future expansion in the fashion industry.

Anya clutched her pump nervously as she filled two big bags full of milk. Then, she cleaned the pump and kept it in the tote bag. She stared at the two big bags of freshly pumped milk. She was going to bring this back home during lunchbreak for her kids. There was enough milk to last them the afternoon. Anya placed the bags of milk into the tote bag as well. She planned to sneak back into the office and keep the bags of milk in the fridge.

She kept her eyes on her bag as she stepped out of the washroom, not paying attention to her surroundings. Suddenly, Evan emerged from the elevator and collided into Anya.

Anya jerked forward, loosening her grip on the tote bag. One of the bags slipped out of and smacked squarely in Evan’s expensive and pristine black suit. A creamy liquid burst from the bag instantly. Alongside it came a rich and heavy smell of milk. Anya’s breast milk splattered all over Evan’s expensive suit.

His suit was now stained with a sticky pale yellow liquid.

Evan’s personal a**istants, who had joined him for the meeting at JK Couture, gasped sharply. What had just happened? What was wrong with this woman? Was she out of her mind? How could she throw

milk at Evan? Was she trying to get herself thrown out of the building? Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Everyone stared stupidly at the sight before them. None of them dared to make a single sound.

Everyone was waiting for Evan to say something. The look on Evan’s face was absolutely menacing. In fact, if looks could kill, someone would be dead right now. Everyone shivered at the look of outrage on his face.

Anya knew she had gotten herself into trouble again.

She cast her face down immediately and froze like a deer caught in headlights. She dared not make any sudden moves or any sound at all. Her fingers clutched her tote bag tightly to her chest.

She started praying fervently in her head. She couldn’t afford to get fired. She couldn’t afford to incur Evan’s wrath. But somehow, she had upset him again.

Evan’s eyes swept across the yellowish–white stains on his suit. His eyes seemed as if there’s fire in them. “Look at me!” He boomed, his harsh voice echoing across the office. His voice was as cold and biting as the harsh winter.

Anya dared not. She was on the verge of tears.

This was her first day at work. She just wanted to do her job. Why did she keep running into this man?

She couldn’t believe she just spilled breast milk on him. She must have the worst luck in the world.

“I’m not going to repeat myself again. Look at me!” Evan was obviously livid.

Anya finally lifted her face up and looked Evan straight in the eye.

The look in Evan’s eyes darkened when he realized who was standing in front of him. Anya. His hand shot out and grasped her wrist. “You again! Are you going to say that you’re not up to anything again?”

The deathly grip Evan had on her was hurting her. She struggled to free herself but Evan wouldn’t let her go. Instead, his fingers tightened further around her wrist. The pain nearly made Anya burst into tears.

Was he trying to break her wrist? He didn’t have to hold onto her so hard!

“Talk! Did you do that on purpose?”

“I didn’t! It was an accident…” Anya sobbed. She looked pitiful and woeful but in Evan’s eyes, it was all an act

This was just another trick up her sleeve, wasn’t it?

She wanted to marry into the Weltons, she had drugged him. Then, she had feigned ignorance when they had woken up in bed together.

Evan had his suspicions about the smear of blood staining the sheets then. That couldn’t have been real blood.

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There was no way this woman had been a virgin before that night. She had probably gotten surgery to create the illusion that it had been her first time.

Evan was sure of it. That fueled his anger more. “You can stop that act right now. Tell me the truth, Anya MacMillan, or suffer the consequences.”

“I’m telling you the truth! I’m not lying!” Anya shook her head profusely.

“You’re not?” Evan didn’t believe her at all. His grip on her wrist tightened. Anya thought she was staring the devil in the face. She

was in hell.

She had been such an idiot for nursing a love for the man. She had thought him a gentle and kind person.

But he wasn’t. He was cruel and brutal. His cruelty had bled her dry of all hope. She no longer held any fantasies about him.

Anya intended to defend and deny the whole situation. However, when she caught the stormy look in Evan’s eyes, her courage wilted. He was probably going to kill her if she stood her ground.

She should just tell him that she had done it on purpose. What’s the worst that could happen? He would simply hate her more. She had already given up on ever gaining his favor or interest a long time ago! She should just bite the bullet and do it.

Anya forced her tears back and bit her lips. “That’s right. I did that on purpose. Can you let me go now?”