Desires Die Hard (Anya and Evan) by Beryl Occam
Chapter 903

My Husband Loves The Breakfast I Make

"Nathaniel, play with your dad now. I'll go to wash up." Anya had a bite of the bread and then went to the bathroom.

Evan carried Nathaniel into his arms and played with him.

When Anya finished washing up, he put Nathaniel down and washed up himself.

Thereafter, they went downstairs together.

Eudora was sitting on the sofa and drinking the mango juice.

She turned around and saw her parents. Immediately, she put down the juice and sprang at them happily.

Anya carried Eudora into her arms and asked, "Why are you up so early?"

Eudora tilted her head and answered seriously with a smile, "She...gave me the juice."

She?

"Who gave you the juice?" Anya asked further.

Eudora didn't know Gracie's name. Blinking her big eyes, she blushed and still couldn't answer the question. In the end, Ellie helped her out, "It was Gracie."

Anya finally understood and then suddenly thought of something. She passed Eudora to Evan and said, "Evan, what would you like to eat? Name it and I'll cook for you."

"Don't bother. The servant can do it." Evan couldn't bear to let her cook.

The ventilation system was not so good here so the cooking smell was heavier than at home.

He was afraid that she might get choked.

"It's okay. I want to make breakfast for you! Tell me. What do you want to eat?" Anya winked at him and said coquettishly.

Evan couldn't resist her coquetry at all.

Then he smiled and said, "I'll eat whatever you cook."

"Good. I will make you the best breakfast I can cook," Anya said that and then went to the nearby kitchen behind the villa.

The reason why she wanted to make breakfast was that she wanted to meet Micaela, who instigated Gracie.

...

The kitchen behind the villa was not far away. It was only a two-minute walk.

Anya was not familiar with the way at first. It took her some effort to get there.

When she arrived at the kitchen, three people washing vegetables in there.

Two of them were Micaela and Gracie.

Anya took a look and entered the kitchen slowly. The moment she went in there, the three people were all astonished at first. Then, they came to their senses and greeted her politely, "Mrs. Welton, hello."

"Hello, I want to make breakfast for my husband." Anya was beaming with natural and gracious smiles but her eyes were so sharp that they dare not overlook her.

"Mrs. Welton, it is a bit messy here. Just tell us what Mr. Welton wants to eat and I will cook it for you," a relatively older woman said respectfully.

"It's okay. My husband loves the breakfast I make." Anya deliberately walked to Micaela and said, "Micaela, can you help me with it?"

Micaela didn't know what Anya was up to. Yet, she had no other choice but to pretend to be cooperative and answer humbly, "Mrs. Welton, I'm honored."

"Then go and get a few eggs for me." Anya smiled and fetched an empty bowl.

"Okay," Micaela said and then fetched the eggs as told.

When Micaela brought the eggs over, Anya passed the empty bowl to her, saying, "Please crack the eggs for me and mix them evenly."

"Don't goof off."

Her last words made Micaela's heart clench. What did Anya mean? Was Anya accusing her of goofing off?

Yet, this was the first time Anya had come here. How did Anya know that she loafed on the job?

Anya must be bluffing.

Micaela guessed that Anya simply wanted to show off her identity as Mrs. Welton. Instantly, she felt scornful of Anya. What was to gloat over?

Anyway, Anya's position would be seized by Gracie's sister.

As long as Gracie's sister became Mrs. Welton, given her relationship with Gracie, she could live a well-off life sooner or later.