Chapter 3 Ch. 3

She emerged from the bedroom with the kids. She held the children's petite hands in each hand. "Anya, you're up early today.

"What's the occasion?" "

Anya placed her phone down and raced towards her aunt. She gave the woman a tight hug. "Ellie, I got a job! I'll be able to provide for the family now!"

"You got a job?" There was surprised in Ellie's voice. "You're not joking, right?"

Arya nodded firmly. She squatted and hugged her adorable twins.

The boy had strong and handsome features while the girl was as pretty as a doll. They were of the same age. But Nathaniel had been born a minute earlier than Eudora. That made Nathaniel the elder brother.

The kids had just reached one and still didn't know many words. The only word they knew was 'mama'.

"Let me food them first. I have to head to my new office after that," Anya said before picking Nathaniel and Eudora up and heading to the couch. She sat down and began breastfeeding her kids.

She had been breastfeeding her children since they had been born. Formula milk was too costly. She felt bad spending Ellie's money. Fortunately, she had enough milk to spare. After a year of breastfeeding, she still had more where it came from.

Argo to the kids, gobbled down her breakfast, packed her pumps and empty bottles and headed to work.

Semestexpecting to find herself in front of Welton Group Tower. She hadn't realized that the fashion design agency was located in that building She didn't realize that she might run into Evan one year later. In the building that he owned and worked in.

Bistre desperately needed the job and the money. The young woman toughened herself up and stepped into Welton Group Tower. She could always turn and walk away if she ran into Evan. She no longer harbored any fantasies when it came to him. That ship had salted a year ago.

Anya took a deep breath and marched towards the lobby. She entered the elevator and pressed a button. The fashion design agency was on the tenth floor. That was where she needed to be.

A commotion erupted in the building suddenly. A group of men dressed in suits appeared in the hall of the first floor without any warning They were headed her way.

The man leading the charge was Evan Welton himself. His arrival drew sharp gasps from every woman in the vicinity. In the presence of his perfection, every woman had to struggle to keep themselves on their feet and not swoon at his. He was the epitome of male perfection. The main whom every woman in Nordeny coveted for her own. Every one of them longed to throw themselves at him and worship at his feet.

Anya used to be one of them. But not anymore. She would never gain his favor. Besides, he still believed that she had set him up. All She wanted to do was to stay as far away from Evan Welton as possible.

The young woman stood in the elevator, her eyes downcast and her mind lost in thought. Before the doors could slide shut, she saw a pair of shoes Step into the elevator. Then, she caught the scent of Evan's perfume.

She took a deep breath in. The heady scent filled her lungs.

The desire to run out of the elevator seized her immediately. He was going to recognize her if they got stuck in the same elevator and she didn't want that at all.

Before she could move her feet, the doors to the elevator slid shut.

Exart's eyes fell on her. The look in his eyes hardened. His voice was as cold as winter. "You again? What do you have planned this She knew 1. He remembered hot.

Anya, found herself floundering for words. Nothing she said would help. Finally, she bit her lips and, with a sudden surge of courage, let loose a match of words. "Nothing: You think too highly of yourself. I'm not interested in you at all."

The look on Ewan's face darkened instantly.

It was obvious that Anya was the first person who had dared speak to him in such a manner. The fact that a year ago, in his eyes, she had set him up and drugged him which made things worse.

The young man was seized by a sudden urge to make her pay for her impudence.

Anya realized that she spoke too harshly. She bit her lips again and fell silent. Her back was as stiff as a board. She dared not move a single inch.

Evan shoved down the anger burning inside him. He wasn't a petty man who held grudges. He didn't enjoy making life difficult for ladies. But this woman was the first person who had dared drug him.

She had sex with him too.

It infuriated him. The anger had stayed with him for a year, which is unbelievable, since nobody had ever made him being mad for so long. And, this time, it had barely faded and receded from his mind.

Honestly, Anya didn't look bad. In fact, she was an extremely beautiful woman.

If only she hadn't drugged him. Evan wouldn't have detested her so much. He hated women who deceived him. That was why he couldn't bear to summon any feelings of goodwill towards Anya.

There was something strange about her though...he just can't get rid of her from his mind.

Sometimes he couldn't help but thinking about her, about that night...

It bothered him so much. What was he thinking? This was a woman who drugged him and slept with him. How could he still be attracted to her? Was he out of his mind?

Now, Anya had appeared in front of him again, brazenly and shamelessly. He was naturally outraged.