Chapter 8 Ch. 8

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

He knew it! She had done it on purpose. Anya's confession didn't make Evan feel any better. In fact, he could feel discomfort churning in his gut. "And about what happened a year ago. You planned that too, didn't you?"

"Yes," Anya said flatly. "I did. I planned that too. I was trying to seduce you."

Evan loosened his grip on her wrist instantly. His face darkened. "Well, get lost then. Don't let me see you again."

"I'm not leaving. I work here now," Anya said after gathering her courage. She cradled her wrist in her other hand tenderly, "Mr. Welton, I'll stay away from you from now on. Please leave me alone too."

The woman just said she worked here.

Something flickered across Evan's eyes. He studied the young woman before him. That explained why she had been in the elevator this morning.

"You're working for me then?" Evan spat out with a voice that anyone feared.

"No. I'm with JK Couture," Anya said swiftly before picking up the bag of spilled milk. What a waste.

That was for her kids. She was left with only one bag of milk. That meant less milk for her precious darlings. She had already drained her breastmilk. There wasn't going to be any left if she tried pumping them again.

Caught up in her thoughts and still mourning the loss of perfectly good milk for her kids, Anya didn't notice the furious look on Evan's face at all

"I'm sorry , Mr. Welton." Anya shoved the empty bag into the tote bag and got some tissue paper out. She thought she should help Evan clean some of those stains off his suit. She didn't really want to upset him and get in his bad side.

Evan misinterpreted her gesture as another attempt to get her hands on him again. He pushed her hands away roughly, The young man pulled his expensive jacket off and flung it at one of his personal a**istants. Then, with an infuriated look on his face, – he marched right into JK Couture.

Evan stormed into JK Couture like a god on a rampage, his personal a**istants trailing after him like his fearful followers.

Anya simply watched them leave.

She heaved a sigh of relief. She had to do her best to stay out of Evan's way. Honestly, he was the devil incarnate. A strange and inexplicable feeling came over her after the wake of her relief. Evan truly hated her. She didn't understand why he detested ber so much. It was as if she were a monster. He couldn't even bear to take another look at her.

Memories of a distant past surfaced in her head.

She was fifteen then. She was young and innocent. There was a party at the Weltons' and it was her first time meeting what she had thought was prince charming in real life. Evan Weltons. He was eighteen then.

The young man was handsome and dignified. He carried himself like a prince and his princely ways had stolen the hearts of every young girl at the party. Anya had been no exception.

She was a young girl who had tasted young love for the first time. Like an idiot, she stood in the distance and stared at him in awe. She did not dared to approach him, talk to him or ask him for any form of contact details. She was afraid of being rejected by him. Since then, she had been in love with him for many years.

However, that love ended one year ago when her stepmother and her stepsister had set her up and made sure that she had woken up in his bed.

She saw the fury and abhorrence in his eyes. This made her realize that she would never be able to get to know him. She had already lost her chance with him.

Anya pulled herself out of her thoughts and gave herself a light smack on the cheek. She had to pull herself together.

She didn't care about Evan Welton at all. All she had to do now was to stay away from him, keep her mind on her work and find a way to take back what was originally owned by her mother. She had to make her stepmother and stepsister pay for what they had done to her too. She also had her two precious darlings to take care of.

She couldn't afford to be distracted right now.