Here he was, bringing Nathaniel up again.


    Anya had been prepared for this though. She ced the bowl of congee down on the table. “Mr.


    Welton… you don’t have to worry about Nathaniel. He’s got my cousin”


    Evan huffed. It sounded like an abortedugh. “He seems to miss his father”


    “He has a father,” Anya replied coolly. “Thank you for your concern for my cousin’s children, Mr. Welton,


    but it’s unnecessary. They’ve got parents who worry and care for them.”


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    “Is that so?” Evan asked mildly before raising a ss of water to his lips and taking a sip.


    “Yes,” Anya sald firmly. Then, she paused for a moment. She didn’t want to linger too long on the


    subject. She knew that Evan had a way with words. The man knew how to set up verbal traps for his


    victims. She might let something slip identally if she weren’t careful. The young woman decided to


    switch the subject. “Mr. Welton, I’m done with breakfast. Can I leave now?”


    Evan lifted the fork and knife off the table and started cutting his bacon. “It’s the weekend. Why don’t


    you join me for a game of golfter, Ms. MacMin?”


    “I have errands to run.” Anya had been dreading this. She had been worried that the man might try to


    keep her. She had


    been right.


    “Do


    you


    know how to y golf?” Evan asked as he savored the piece of freshly grilled bacon. He looked the


    very picture of power and grace as he ate. His voice was slow and measured when he spoke again. “I


    recall the MacMins were avid golfers.”


    Anya froze momentarily. He was right. The MacMins yed golf regrly. It took her a moment to


    reply the man. “I


    don’t”


    Her father had never taught her how.


    That was why she didn’t know how to y golf.


    That wasn’t the point though. Even if she knew how to y golf, she wouldn’t be interested in having a


    game of golf with


    Evan.


    “That’s great. I’ll teach you.”


    The young woman found herself at a loss for words.


    Honestly, the young man had gone too far.


    Anya took a deep breath. “Mr. Welton, I think you’ve gone overboard. I’m not interested in doing


    anything that involves spending more time with you.”


    “I’m simply inviting you to a game of golf. That seems like a fairly reasonable request.” Evanughed.


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    fingers were syed across the ss on the table. He looked up and stared straight into Anya’s eyes


    with his own ink ck ones. “Perhaps Ms. MacMin thinks herself too good for mypany.”


    Anya found herself at a momentary loss for words.


    She never said such a thing.


    “Mr. Welton, I have a prior appointment.” Anya didn’t want to get into an argument with the man.


    She tried her best to decline the man’s invitation politely.


    “Sounds like an excuse to me.” Evan said. He was right. “Since you’re going to refuse me, I shall


    retract my invitation. I’m ordering you to join me for a game of golf.”


    Anya’s brow furrowed deeply. Incredulity and disbelief shed across her eyes. “Mr. Welton…”


    “Your boss just gave you a task. Are you telling me that you’re not doing it?” Evan asked in a measured


    voice. “Ms. MacMin, that’s hardly professional. Are you going to refuse a task that your boss


    assigned to you?”


    She didn’t mind work. What she minded was Evan and being forced to hang out with him.


    The frown on her face deepened. Anya’s face gradually stiffened as she stared at the man before her.


    Evan had left her with no other option. She would have to quit soon.


    “You’re not saying anything.” Evan said. “I’ll take your silence as a ‘yes‘ then.”


    Anya finally spoke. “I’ll join you for a game of golf, Mr. Welton.”


    It was just a game of golf.


    It finally dawned on Anya. Her attempts at avoiding the man and keeping her distance were futile.


    This was Evan Welton you were talking about.


    Running would simply spur him into going after you.


    She wasn’t running anymore. She was going to quit once she was done with L’s bridal gown. In the


    meantime, she would put up with the man.


    “Are you sure?” Evan appeared a little taken aback. He had expected her to fight.


    “I am.” Anya nodded. “Like you said, it’s work. I can’t refuse work from my boss, can I, Mr. Welton?”


    Evan knew what she was trying to say. He was the boss and she couldn’t say ‘no‘ to her boss. The


    man smiled.


    He didn’t say a word. He would make her yield somehow.