Desires Die Hard

Chapter 858 Why Am I Missing Him Again?

Anya went out of the mansion and got into the car. Their driver was waiting for her.

Anya leaned back in the back seat. She took out the phone and called Evan. At this time, Evan had started working in an office in the police station.

He stopped working and picked up the phone immediately. He said gently, "Honey, I'm glad you called so early."

Anya grunted and said, "I miss you. Our baby daughter kept smiling at me this morning. If you were there, you would saw her smiling face."

"Really? She can smile!" Evan was surprised and said excitedly.

"Yes, she can," Anya said softly. Her voice was full of tenderness. She thought to herself, "It has just been one night. Why am I missing him again? I'm so sentimental."

"Come back home as soon as possible. Or I will be angry," she said on the phone, like a spoiled child.

"Honey, I will go back when I take care of the matter," he said with a big smile on his face.

Anya grunted and got down to business. "Right, if Cohen has something to do with Paula's missing, is it possible that she is in his house."

"It's hard to say," Evan said.

Evan thought, "Maybe she was in his house. Or maybe he hid her in a secret place."

"I can find an excuse to go to his house. What do you think of it?" Anya said. She was eager to deal with the matter.

"You can't. I don't allow it." Evan said quickly.

"I'll take Minta with me. I won't go there alone."

She had a plan.

to do is to mind your own business and cooperate with me on the play. We'll see if Cohen will

I'm not as fragile as he thinks." At

as a weak woman who could only

said, "All right, I won't

Evan nodded.

care. I'll phone you if there's a

"Okay."

up the phone. She looked out the window with blank eyes. The thought of

will find a way to go to Cohen's house to see

she wouldn't go

back inside the car, and texted to Minta, Minta, can you go

confused about it. She replied, Anya, why are you

To help Evan find

what she meant quickly. She replied, No problem. I'm

Anya texted, Okay, thanks.

sigh of relief. She was thinking about how to make Cohen

a passable idea before arriving at the Welton

out of the

o'clock, the designers

her eyes, making herself look like she had been crying. Then she sat by the desk and read her design draft,

he

up at the company at half-past nine. He went straight to

up, and tossed them on the desk. She added some eye drops into her eyes,

the door