Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart

Chapter 1169 Reunion

Anya could understand Phil's feelings as she also missed Phil, but she just couldn't refrain from having

a close look at the baby.

Since the baby was still sleeping, she couldn't interact with the baby, so she might as well comfort Phil

who was aggrieved.

Thinking about it, she gently pulled her finger from Chris' palm, walked over to throw her arms around

his neck, and chuckled, "I miss you, too."

After saying that, she leaned forward and gently kissed his lips.

Tasting the sweetness on her lips, Phil gripped her waist and made out with her in the bedroom. Then,

in order not to wake up the baby, Phil carried Anya out of the bedroom to the adjacent guest room.

Anya's breathing got uneven, and she raised her hand to caress Phil's face, which was beaded with

sweat from holding back the sexual urge.

"Are you sure you don't want to go on?" She asked. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

"No," Phil replied firmly, though he was suffering.

"At least a year later."

"I won't have sex with you until you fully recover."

Phil had said something similar to Anya before, and for this reason, he suppressed his desire to make

love to him.

Abigail had said before that Anya's health was severely impaired after C-section. Sex life might cause

Anya's unexpected pregnancy even if they used the best birth control. Being pregnant at this time

would be a disaster for Anya.

Therefore, Phil would rather not sleep with her than put her in danger.

Anya was moved, but she wanted to make him comfortable, so she buried herself in his arms shyly and

whispered, "Let me help you."

The man stiffened for a moment and then tightened his arms around her.

They had a good time in the guest bedroom.

Phil, who had bathed himself and returned, held Anya in his arms and asked, "Why are you back so

early? Why don't you spend some time with your mother?"

Anya softly nestled up against him and hummed, "My mother insisted that I come back to keep you

company. It seems she likes you the most now."

Anya could sense Lorie was fond of Phil and quite satisfied with him.

When she was with Lorie, Lorie always talked about Phil.

If she hadn't done a video call with Phil as usual, Lorie would urge her to do so, saying that they should

cherish each other since they were a newly married couple being apart.

Anya was at a loss for words every time she heard that.

She and Phil had been through so much, so skipping a video call was not a big deal. But Lorie insisted

that spending time on a love relationship was very important and advised Anya that she should show

more concern for Phil.

Phil nodded hard after hearing Anya's words, "What she said made sense. I should have a special

place in your heart even after we have a child. That's what makes a couple."

Anya poked him in the chest, "Why are you even jealous of your baby?"

Phil took hold of her slender fingers and chuckled, "I'm not jealous of her. I just want to tell you that you

can rely on me in the future."

Anya argued, "But she's so young, of course, I have to take care of her with soul and heart."

"Your affection for the baby is the affection between families, while your affection for me is the one

between men and women. If you show some concern for me, I will not be jealous of her."

Phil expressed his meaning euphemistically, but Anya understood what he meant.

He implied that she didn't give enough attention to him.

She smiled brightly in his arms. "Okay, I see. From now on I will care more about you and pay more

attention to you."

"That's the best." Phil was finally satisfied.

Too tired, Anya leaned on his warm arms, feeling a little drowsy.

Just when she was taking a nap, the baby's crying came from the next bedroom.

The baby was supposed to be up. Anya was extremely sleepy, but she wanted to see Chris at once,

and thus she tried to break free from Phil and get up.

Phil perceived her tiredness, so he soothed her, "Don't get up. I'll go carry her over to you."

Then he got up and went to see the baby, and Anya was tucked in by him, and she had to admit that

she felt so good to be pampered.

Anya then nestled comfortably in her bed and waited for Phil to bring her Chris.

The baby was brought by Phil in a short time and placed next to Anya for her to cuddle. Anya's heart

melted as she held Chris in her arms and gave her several kisses on her soft cheeks.

"Dear baby, it's been a long time."

"My sweetie, I really miss you."

Somehow, facing the baby, Anya felt that she had countless sweet words to say to her.

The baby didn't feel alienated from Anya after a long separation but threw herself in Anya's arms.

Seeing that, Anya immediately wrapped her arms around the baby and gave her the warmest hug.

Phil couldn't help being jealous of the baby when seeing them cuddling up and listening to Anya's

sweet words for the baby.

He hummed, "She's just a baby. She can't understand anything you say. Why don't you save those

sweet words and say them to me?"

Anya was speechless.

He got jealous so easily and she could do nothing about it!

"I missed you too," she said perfunctorily without even glancing up at him.

Phil gritted his teeth in anger. When they could have sex, he must make her regret giving him cold

shoulders.

"You must be very tired, so you should take a rest after having some fun with her." He stepped forward

and tried to carry the baby away.

Anya wrapped her arms around the baby and refused, "I'm not tired at all. Go handle your business, I'll

stay with her."

As a mother, she would feel her tiredness wear off whenever she saw the baby, especially when Chris

was clinging to her so much.

Although Phil felt sorry for Anya and wanted to let Anya rest more, he couldn't bear to split them up, so

he sat down on the edge of the bed and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"I'm okay with everything." Anya wasn't picky about food.

Phil nodded and added, "Oh, right, I got all your stuff in your apartment here and quit the place for you."

Anya was speechless.

Phil raised his hand to rub her soft hair, "Since we're married, we need to live together."

Anya glared at him, "You should have told me, I'm not prepared for this."

This was a sort of preemptive strike, wasn't it?

"I am just too afraid you will refuse to live with me," Phil replied in an injured tone.

He moved her stuff here and quit the place without her consent, just to prevent her from insisting on

living by herself when she returned.

Anya had been tough with him over the years. Even if she agreed to live together with her, it was not

good to keep renting that apartment, in case she would run away from home to it when they fell out.

Thus, he finished all this very quickly. Anya, for sure, knew his thoughts.

But she did not raise any objection, since she couldn't be happier to live together with her husband and

daughter.