Desires Die Hard

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.

"Don't get involved in this. Don't you have a design contest recently? What you need to do is to mind your own business and cooperate with me on the play. We'll see if Cohen will give himself away."

Anya frowned and thought, "Evan always wants to protect me. But I'm not as fragile as he thinks." At last, she decided to go to Cohen's house.

She didn't want him to take her as a weak woman who could only live under his wing.

She comforted him and said, "All right, I won't do it."

Evan nodded.

"Honey, take care. I'll phone you if there's a problem."

"Okay."

Anya hung up the phone. She looked out the window with blank eyes. The thought of helping Evan lingered in her mind.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

She thought, "I will find a way to go to Cohen's house to see if Paula was there."

But she wouldn't go there alone.

Anya looked at the scenery outside, turned her gaze back inside the car, and texted to Minta, Minta, can you go to Cohen's house with me this afternoon?

Minta got her message but was confused about it. She replied, Anya, why are you going to his house?

Anya answered, To help Evan find out the truth.

Minta realized what she meant quickly. She replied, No problem. I'm always available.

Anya texted, Okay, thanks.

Anya put back the phone and breathed a sigh of relief. She was thinking about how to make Cohen invite her to his home.

She came up with a passable idea before arriving at the Welton Group Tower.

She got out of the car and entered the building.

Around nine o'clock, the designers clocked in.

Anya went into her office. She put some eye drops into her eyes, making herself look like she had been crying. Then she sat by the desk and read her design draft, waiting for Cohen.

She knew he would come.

Sure enough, Cohen showed up at the company at half-past nine. He went straight to Anya's office and knocked.

Hearing the knock, Anya drew pieces of tissue, balled them up, and tossed them on the desk. She added some eye drops into her eyes, covered her eyes with a tissue, and said, "Come in."

Cohen opened the door and came in.

He saw Anya wiping away tears and a few balls of tissues on the desk.

A frown creased his forehead.

He closed the door and strode to the desk when he said, "Anya, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Anya pretended to sob and wiped her tears. She said with a choked voice, "Mr. Olson, what's up?"

"I want to check in on you. I'm sorry for what happened last night. Are you okay?" Cohen looked at her.

Anya kept her head lower and said with a weak voice, "I ... I'm good."

"Don't lie to me." Cohen knew she was not telling the truth.

He stared at her face.

"You're crying. Anya, aren't you angry at what he said to you yesterday?"

"I'm not. We're a couple. I can understand why he was mad at me." Anya looked up at Cohen. Her eyes were red because she rubbed them hard with the tissue. Little did Cohen suspected that she was acting.

"What kind of couple are you? He doesn't deserve you. Anya, he yelled at you at just a small matter. Why do you still speak for him? Don't be silly," Cohen said heatedly.

Anya sniffed and said, "It's my fault. I should have asked him to look for Paula."

Cohen's face hardened slightly and asked, "Anya, why do you want to find Paula?"

"I want to visit her. I know she used to be a famous designer," Anya said regretfully, "But then she had an accident."

"The good thing is that you finally see Evan in his true colors," Cohen continued.