Desires Die Hard

I Am Fine

Cohen stood at the door in anger for a moment. Then, he moved around the debris all over the floor and walked straight to the bar counter, pouring himself a full glass of wine.

After pouring the wine, he picked it up and drank it in one gulp.

Cohen felt a burning sensation in his throat as if he was being burned.

But now, he did not care about it and only felt numb. He was just thinking about how to take revenge on Anya and Evan.

They had set him up.

He would make them regret it.

Cohen slammed the empty glass on the bar counter and was about to go to the study. At this time, the door was pushed open.

Raymond and Sam followed him and also came over.

When they entered and saw Cohen standing at the bar counter, Raymond became serious and slowly walked to Cohen, asking, "Something happened to Paula. Are you involved in it?"

Cohen turned to look at Raymond without compunction, "Raymond, you are my friend. You even do not believe me? How could I hurt Paula?"

Raymond was sure that Cohen would do such a thing. He reached out and gently patted Cohen's shoulder, "Cohen, I think you should see a doctor."

"What do you mean?" Cohen looked down and said in a low voice, "Do you think I'm sick? No, I'm fine."

"You know what I mean. You are in such a state, which makes us worried." Raymond didn't want to absolve Cohen from blame and even could send Cohen to jail.

But before Cohen was sent to jail, he should go see a therapist first.

His obsession with Anya had taken him too far.

"I'm fine." Cohen shook off Raymond's hand and said, "Raymond, let's not contact each other anymore. Just pretend that we are not friends.

"After all, I come from a poor family and may be in trouble at any time. I don't want to get you into trouble." Cohen was sincere.

He knew that he would certainly come to no good end.

So, he didn't want to incriminate Raymond, his only good friend.

"Cohen, you rest in the apartment these two days, and then turn yourself into the police station. Only in this way can you reduce your sentence." Raymond said seriously.

Cohen would not do as Raymond said. Now that someone had born the blame for him, why should he ask for trouble? "Raymond, mind your own business!"

"Mr. Olson, please listen to Professor Drake. After you turn yourself in, Professor Drake will find a lawyer to reduce your sentence and you will soon get out. Then, you can go admit your mistake to Paula. You will make a comeback," Sam echoed.

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"Mr. Olson, please listen to Professor Drake, OK?"

When Cohen heard this, he just wanted to laugh, "Do you guys think I'm stupid? Even if you can reduce my sentence, I will have to be jailed. Once I'm jailed, I'll lose everything.

Cohen was not stupid. He knew that as long as he was jailed, he would lose everything.

Raymond frowned. Watching his former best friend getting farther and farther away from him, he was sad, "Cohen, why did you do it at that time?"

"Listen ... it has nothing to do with me. So, I will not turn myself in." Cohen tried to be patient and said.

He was afraid he would lose his temper and ask them to get out.

"You know best whether you have done it or not." Raymond knew Cohen wouldn't listen to him and was not going to say anything more, "If you get the right idea and turn yourself in, I'll help you reduce your sentence.

"If not, just like you said, we won't be friends anymore."

"That is what I want." Cohen did not want to get Raymond involved, turned around, and deliberately spoke in a cold voice.

Raymond was good to him, but there was a big gap between them.

Raymond came from a rich family, but he did not.

So, Cohen did not want to implicate such a friend.