Desires Die Hard

Be Nice To Me

"He will have to stay here for three days, and you will be able to apply for bail," the young policeman said in a business-like tone with the bag in his hand.

"Three days?" Anya asked and pretended to be surprised and worried.

"Yes. He will be prosecuted if he really did it," the young policeman said. Cohen couldn't help interrupting. "Excuse me. Are you calling me to come here for Ms. Tucker's missing?"

"You must be Cohen Olson, right?" the young policeman said as he turned to look at Cohen.

Cohen nodded. "Yes, I am."

"Come out with me. We need to make a statement," the young policeman said after he handed the bag to Evan.

Cohen nodded again and was about to go with the policemen.

Evan was sitting over there suddenly spoke in a heavy voice, "Anya, how dare you come to visit me? I wouldn't have been prisoned here if it weren't for you!

"Do you know how much money I will lose when I'm not in the company?

"I'm so damn unlucky to have married you! Get out here! I don't want to see you again!"

It was the first time for Evan to scold Anya. If he hadn't told her it was an act to draw the real killer out, she would have cried because Evan looked scary when he scolded her.

Anya knew she must cooperate with Evan.

So, Anya cried and said in a weak voice with grief, "Sorry, it's all my fault.

"I should have asked you to meet Ms. Tucker, otherwise she wouldn't have missed.

"Honey, be nice to me. I know I was wrong."

"Does it help? I thought I would be happy to marry you. But I was wrong. After I go out, I will divorce you!" Evan said coldly through his gritted teeth.

Anya didn't say a word, tears pouring down her cheeks.

Cohen who was about to leave with the policeman suddenly sneered. "I didn't expect Mr. Welton would blame his wife like this. I thought you were deeply in love with your wife.

"Are you a man? No, you're scum!"

Cohen then walked to Anya and comforted her in a gentle voice, "Anya, don't feel sad. It has nothing to do with you. He's suspected of being involved in the kidnapping, not you."

"But ... It was me who asked him to meet Ms. Tucker," Anya said as she looked at Cohen with tears in her eyes.

She looked so pitiful.

Cohen felt heartache. He wouldn't yell at Anya for such a small thing if she was his wife.

Evan, you bastard! You pretend to love her in public, but you're scum!

I'll make you imprisoned and marry Anya. I'll raise Eudora only. About the other two kids. I'll let them rot.

"Are you going to swoop in, Mr. Olson? Let me tell you this. Even if I will divorce her, I won't let you marry her!" Evan ground his teeth.

Although Evan said to Cohen, he fixed his eyes on Anya.

Evan didn't know Anya was a drama queen.

Evan thought he was a drama king.

"Speak for yourself when you get out of here, Mr. Welton," Cohen said coldly. He didn't feel scared at all.

Evan sneered. "Anya, get out of here! I don't want to see you!"

With tears in her eyes, Anya bit her lips and said with a trembling voice, "You..."

"I told you to get out! Now!" Evan shouted coldly.

Anya then turned around to leave with her hands covering her face.

Cohen was about to chase after her, but the policeman said, "We need to make a statement, Mr. Quiller."

"I know. I'll be with you soon," Cohen said and ran after Anya.

When Cohen left, Evan stood up and slowly walked to the door. Through the window, he saw Anya who had run away.

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If it wasn't to draw the snake out of its hole, Evan wouldn't have scolded Anya so harshly.

At the parking lot of the police station.

Anya ran to her car while crying. She didn't get in the car but squat down, crying. She was impressed by her acting.

Cohen followed Anya to her car. Seeing Anya who was squatting and crying, he felt heartbroken. He squatted down to comfort her, "Don't cry, Anya. He's not worthy."

This time, Cohen called her Anya, not Ms. MacMillan.

Anya didn't stop crying. She suppressed her disgust and allowed Cohen to get closer.

Cohen continued, "You should feel lucky that you saw his true color. He's not worthy for you to spend the rest of your life with him! He's a playa!"

"Please stop, Mr. Olson. I feel sad," Anya said pitifully with her head down.

"I know you're sad, but you should also know he's not a good man," Cohen said as he took a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to Anya. "Anya, you deserve a better man who truly cares about you and loves you."

"Thank you for your comfort, Mr. Olson. But I want to be alone, as he had never scolded me before." Anya took the handkerchief. She didn't use it to wipe her tears off. Instead, she kept it well in her hand because Cohen's fingerprints were on the handkerchief.

"Okay. Don't worry. I'll be with you." Cohen decided not to bother Anya right now. "I need to make a statement first, and I'll go to meet you in the company tomorrow."

"Okay." Anya nodded. Seeing him off, she quickly put the handkerchief into her purse.

The handkerchief would help Evan in the future.

The drama king and the drama queen started their show.