Desires Die Hard

Chapter 840 He Wants Anya To Blame Herself

"I have an idea. But I don't know if you want to go." Cohen said looking at her gently.

Anya was worrying that she had lost her muse. "Mr. Olson, tell me about it."

"The themes of this kind of design competition mainly focus on international features. But those features can't reflect the native culture. So, I'd like to go to school to find the simplest inspiration. I wonder if you want to go with me."

"You want to go to school?" She didn't expect that he would derive inspiration from school.

"Yes, do you want to go with me?" he added.

She thought for a while. "It should be fine to go to school with him to draw inspiration."

"Then let's go now." A smile crept around the corners of his mouth after he heard her answer.

It was the first time that she had agreed to go out alone with him.

"Ok." She agreed. But she told Jake before leaving.

They just left JK Couture.

Those designers, who admired Cohen, said enviously, "If Mrs. Welton was not married, they are a good match."

"Yes, I just found that they are well-matched."

"The beauty deserves the talented."

"What're you talking about? Mr. Olson is no match for Mr. Welton, who is handsome and rich."

"I don't mean it. Of course, Mr. Welton is better than him. But I noticed that the way he looked at Mrs. Welton wasn't quite right. His eyes seemed to be full of love."Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"Hush! You can't say so if you're not sure. That's how gossip spread. Maybe there is nothing wrong at all. But if someone else hears your nonsense and tells others about it, people would doubt their relationship at that time."

"Well, well, I'm wrong." The female designer didn't dare to gossip and shut up immediately.

They stopped talking behind his back.

After Cohen and Anya left Welton Group, he drove to their high school.

He parked the car at the gate.

Anya knitted her eyebrows and stared at the gate. She asked warily, "Mr. Olson, why do you take me to our high school?"

"If we don't come here, where else can we go?" Cohen didn't show any difference. He said with a gentle smile, "I can talk with the director and ask him to allow us to come in and get inspiration."

There was nothing wrong with his words.

Anya glanced at him with doubt. Then she thought for a while, took a deep breath and, got off the car.

She thought that she had signed a contract with him. If she kept speculating about his intentions, she could not calm down and concentrate on work.

When Raymond came to remind her, she knew what he had meant. But she didn't want to show her distance.

She still wanted to cooperate with him naturally and only talk about work without any personal affairs.

Therefore, it would be fine if she didn't change her mind.

Fortunately, he didn't show any improper behavior when they interviewed the staff of the school. He was very serious when he was absorbed in work and didn't make any improper remarks. All they were talking about centered on work.

Therefore, she gradually dropped her guard.

When their interview was almost over, the weather was changing. The blue sky was covered with dark clouds suddenly.

Then, the rain spilled down in spurts.

When they got off the car, they didn't expect that it would rain. So, they left the umbrellas in the car and there were no bodyguards around them.

Therefore, no one could put up an umbrella for her.

She looked at the torrential rain and was about to take shelter from the rain. Cohen took off his suit suddenly and spread it over her head. "We can run to the car like this."

She looked at the rain and hesitated. "We can wait for the rain to stop."

"It'll rain for a long time. Are you going to stay here for a day?

"Let's go," he added.

She looked at the rain and didn't refuse him. Then she ran to the car with him and he held his coat over their heads.

When they ran, he deliberately got soaked in the rain.

If he was caught in the rain, he would have a cold or run a fever. He was born with a poor constitution. He wanted her to blame herself so that she would come to visit him.