There He Is Again, My Ex-Husband (Julian and Amelia)

Chapter 1062 Not Cold?

Since she had been taking care of herself for a few months, she could make some simple dishes

though she was not quite good at cooking. Cooking noodles was very easy for her. And she was even

able to make it both delicious and good-looking.

In fact, she was a woman who looked for a high quality of life. This was what Lorie had taught her since

her childhood. She did not know how to do lots of things before, not because she didn’t want to do

them, but because Phil did not give her any opportunity to do these chores.

During this time she gradually adapted herself to the kitchen things and learned to cook a bowl of

noodles deliciously.

While waiting for the water to boil, Anya took a look at Phil's refrigerator. She took out broccoli, cut it

and blanched it, and then made stir-fry broccoli with garlic.

Anyway, Phil had an upset stomach now, so it was good for him to eat lightly. If he wanted to eat some

complicated meat dishes, she wouldn't be able to make it.

So when Phil sat down at the table, he saw such a pleasing picture. Although it was the simplest and

lightest meal, for him it was the most delicious meal of his life.

Before eating, he had already felt happy and thought it must be very delicious. Since it was cooked by

his beloved girl, he hated to eat it.

And Anya, who was sitting opposite him, saw him staring at the noodles on the table without any

reaction, and got slightly embarrassed. For someone like Phil, who was used to eating delicacies, he

should have no appetite for such simple food.

And his cooking skills were so good. Every time he cooked for her, he always made a full meal.

After seconds of embarrassment she said bluntly to Phil, "If it is not your liking, ask Gaven to bring you

food."

He was ill after all. It was not good to force him to eat food that he didn’t like. That would be so

inhumane.

"How could it not?" Phil suddenly looked up and denied her words in excitement, which startled Anya.

"I just…I can't bear to eat them!" Phil seriously stressed, "This is the first time you made me food. I

have to take a picture to commemorate it."

Anya's embarrassment turned into shyness, especially when she saw that he was really about to take

out his phone to take pictures. She hurriedly stopped him.

"Can you stop being so tacky?" Anya's tone was full of disgust.

If he really took picture of the food and posted it online, it would really embarrass her.

Others would definitely be speechless, thinking if this badly-cooked thing was worth showing off.

And his friends were all some big shots. If Phil did that, Anya herself would become an embarrassment.

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Seeing that Anya was really annoyed, Phil hurriedly put away his cell phone and coaxed her, "Fine. I

won't take that picture. I know you care for me. That's enough."

Anya was speechless.

‘What does he mean?’ She thought.

She cooked the meal not because she cared for him.

She merely pitied him, and did not want to see that Phil, the baby’s father, died before the child was

born.

Phil finally stopped, and the two ate quietly face to face.

"Isn't it cold with the collar that wide?" Anya was being sarcastic casually.

When that young girl was here just now, he wrapped himself up like a dumpling. Now his clothes were

in disarray. She could tell that he was deliberately doing that.

Phil smiled elegantly, "I have a terrible fever. I’m burning."

Anya asked, "Aren't people supposed to feel colder when having a fever?"

It was not like she had never had a fever before. When she had a fever, she felt so cold that she kept

shivering and wanted to cover her body with several quilts to get warm. But he said he felt hot.

"Each person's physical condition is dissimilar. I will get hot when having a fever." Phil lied brazenly,

just refusing to admit that he deliberately pulled the collar so wide to entice her.

Anya was tired of talking to him, and only lowered her head to eat.

The taste buds on the tip of the tongue were flattered. Phil was surprised that Anya's simple noodles

would be so delicious, which made him a little impressed with the little girl.

He used to consider her as a little girl, and whenever he mentioned her to others, he always liked to

call her “my girl”, and subconsciously felt that she was still young.

He hadn't seen her for several months since their divorce. When they met again, he found that she had

changed a lot.

Perhaps she had not changed too much, but he had not properly and deeply understood her before.

During the meal, many thoughts crossed Phil’s mind.

In the past, his desire to control her was so strong that she seemed to lose herself.

After finishing the meal, Anya got up to leave without stopping for a moment, while kindly reminding

Phil, "You’ve had dinner. You'd better take the fever-reducing medicine again later. I don't want the child

to be born without a father."

Phil didn’t know what to say but thought, ‘I know you care about me. Why do you have to say cruel

words?’

He stopped Anya, "It's late. I'll ask Gaven to send you back."

Anya thought it was unnecessary, "No, I can go back by myself. It’s quite close, isn't it?"

Phil insisted, "I don’t think the security here is reliable. Wait a moment, I'll ask Gaven to come over."

If it wasn't for the fact that he was unwell, he would send her home himself, but of course, it would have

been better if she could stay.

Phil insisted on that, so Anya had no choice but to sit down.

Phil explained to Anya after calling Gaven, "He lives around here. He'll be over soon."

"Stay here. I'm going to take a shower."

Anya glanced at him speechlessly. Since they had been divorced, she was only a guest in his house

now. The guest was still here, but he said he was going to take a shower. It was so disrespectful of him.

Phil explained with an innocent look, "I got sweaty when eating noodles. I feel so uncomfortable now."

Anya ignored him and looked down at her phone.

Phil really went to take a shower, and Anya listened to the sound of the water running in the bathroom,

only feeling extremely embarrassed and weirdly hot.

She swore she would never come to his home again. She was so annoyed.

When Phil came out of the shower, Gaven also arrived.

As soon as Gaven entered, he saw Phil, who opened the door, looked like he had just finished bathing,

his forehead throbbing. ‘Did Mr. Henderson have sex with Miss Willigen?”

‘If that’s the case, why does Mr. Henderson bother me to send Miss Willigen home? He could ask Miss

Willigen to stay the night with him.’ Gaven thought.

Within a while, Gaven had thought lots of obscene things. Anya came out from behind and saw

Gaven's expression. She was suddenly embarrassed and even didn’t say goodbye to Phil, pushing

Gaven away and leaving.

The boss and the subordinate were both thinking of dirty things. Indeed, “like boss, like subordinate”.

"Send her back!" Phil kicked his assistant and ordered him peevishly.

Gaven immediately turned around and left, thinking how he should deal with the awkward situation

where he had to be alone with his boss' former wife in the car.