Desires Die Hard

Why Don't We Talk About Cohen?

Cohen's assistant coughed and asked with a little bit of fear, "Mr. Olson, Mr. Welton of the Welton Group is inviting you to box. Would you like to go?"

What a weird appointment!

Boxing?

What does Mr. Welton want to do? Have a fight?

Evan is tall and strong.

And Mr. Olson is way too thin for that!

He doesn't have a chance, does he?

"Why not? I wouldn't decline an invitation from Mr. Welton," said Cohen.

Interesting!

He's inviting me to box?

I'd like to see what he wants to do.

"Are you sure?" The assistant was a bit shocked.

After all, Cohen couldn't seem to match Evan's power.

"I'm sure. Accept the invitation immediately, please."

I'm confident.

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Knowing that he couldn't persuade Cohen, the assistant left to reply to the invitation.

Raymond put down his cup of coffee and looked at Cohen. "You're mad. You know what Evan wants to do. Why would you agree to go?"

"Or what? Should I bury my head like an ostrich?"

Raymond didn't know how to rebut. He shook his head and said, "Cohen, don't mess with Evan. No one can afford to offend him.

"Not even the Drake family.

"You shouldn't go."

"Raymond, thank you for reminding me.

"But I must do it. Otherwise, I'll keep thinking about it in the future.

"And that will be painful."

"What a persistent guy you are," sighed Raymond.

"One has to be persistent about something in life, doesn't he?

"That makes living worthwhile and meaningful."

Raymond knew he couldn't change Cohen's mind.

All he could do was trying his best to protect Cohen from the Welton Group.

...

That night, Evan returned home from the company.

The moment he walked into the bedroom, Anya was holding Sherry in her arms, getting her to bed.

This relaxing and heartwarming moment cleared Evan's tiredness away.

"It's great to be home, isn't it?" he thought.

After Sherry fell asleep, Evan walked to the bed quietly and kissed Anya's lips.

"Thank you for doing all of this."

"My pleasure."

Evan held Anya in his arms tighter and tighter.

After an intense kiss, Evan looked at Anya's eyes and asked,

"Let's talk about Cohen."

All the romance was instantly gone.

Anya was confused. "Why now?"