Desires Die Hard

Anya glanced at Evan and hesitated about answering the phone in the car.

After contemplating for a few seconds, Anya decided against it since she did not want to have a conversation with Jake in

the car.

She rejected Jake’s call gently and quietly waited for the car to pull up at the estate she mentioned.

However, Jake was genuinely concerned about her well–being, so he kept calling whenever she rejected his calls.

Her phone kept vibrating nonstop from his calls. Even though her phone was vibrating softly, it was obvious since she was

in the car.

Evan noticed it as well. Since he was not keen on getting to know her better, he could not be bothered by the phone

vibrations.

Her phone unexpectedly went crazy and kept vibrating for several minutes while they were on the way back.

Evan could not hold back and eventually said, “Ms. MacMillan, feel free to answer the phone.”

“I am almost home, so I will answer it when I get off the car.” Anya just knew he would not like it if she picked up the phone in front of him. Even when she did not answer it, he hinted that her phone’s

vibrations were getting annoying.

Fortunately, she did not answer her phone..

Evan stopped talking the moment Anya finish her sentence.

Anya looked at the estate entrance up ahead and said immediately, “Mr. Welton, thank you for the ride. This is me. Can you stop me here?* NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“Is this your place?” Evan looked out the car at the apartment entrance.

“Yes,” said Anya as she prepared to open the car door.

However, she was too anxious to notice the car had yet to stop.

The chauffeur glanced into the rearview mirror and said, “Ms. MacMillan, hang on. Let me stop the car first before you get the door. It’s really dangerous to open the door in a moving vehicle.”

Anya was certainly bold. How could she attempt to get off the car before it had pulled over? She immediately pulled her hand back and calmed down as she waited for the car to pull up.

Anya noticed the car stopping and hurriedly opened the car door so that she did not have to stay in Evan’s cold presence.

Why could she not open the door?

Anya felt a little flustered. How did this car door work?

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Why could she not open it?

Anya kept pulling at the car door hard but it simply refused to open.

Evan could no longer bear watching. He leaned over towards Anya and she swiftly sensed his warmth behind her. By the time she turned her head, Evan was already very close to her.

He could almost kiss her forehead.

Anya could clearly see his striking face and well–chiseled nose at such proximity.

A long time ago, she was infatuated with him. Even though she had stopped feeling that way about him, it felt as though her feelings for him were reignited.

To begin with, he never paid any attention to her.

After the events that transpired a year ago, the chances of gaining his attention became close to zero.

To be honest, she should consider her lucky that he did not send someone to handle her and keep a safe distance from him.

Anya hurriedly flung away the emotions surging through her head about him. She promptly composed herself before she leaned backward to keep a distance from him.

Evan noticed her keeping a distance from him deliberately.

There was barely any change in his expression as he said mildly, “You need to press this button before you can get off the car.” He pressed the button with his long slender finger as he spoke.

A crisp click came as the car door unlocked itself.

Anya pursed her lips and said to Evan hurriedly. “Thanks, Mr. Welton.” Just as she reached her hand out to open the door, she could sense her breasts swelling up.

It was probably because of the fish soup.

How could her breasts swell up at a time like this?

Anya was genuinely speechless.

Breast milk seeped through her shirt and left it a little damp just like the last time.

Evan narrowed his eyes and noticed it as well. He recalled she did not have any drinks over dinner. Why was her chest wet?

Evan looked at Anya quizzically as she fled from the car.