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

Chapter 1082 You Have No Place to Sleep

Though Anya wanted Phil to be a gentle and tolerant parent together with her, it didn't mean that she

wanted to get back together with Phil or remarry him. They could still be good parents even if they split

up, right?

The fact was that she was really scared and uncomfortable at the moment, so she involuntarily said

this to him, which was some sort of encouragement for her and Phil. She hoped that they would not

hurt their child as Cara did.

"We will definitely be very good parents." Phil held Anya tightly and whispered soothingly, "No matter

what our children do in the future, we will be their firmest supporters and will never let them do things

according to our standards, let alone force them to do anything for our benefit."

Anya instinctively tightened her arms around the man's waist to show her approval of his words.

Phil felt the warmness and softness in his arms and couldn't help but squint in the direction where Cara

left. He didn't expect that Anya could say these words to him after his mother had made such a fuss.

No matter what their future would be, at least Phil was sure of one thing, that was, Anya did not intend

to date other men but only cared about her baby at present.

That was not bad. Although he, together with other men, was repulsed by her, he stood a better chance

of winning Anya's heart because he could stay with her to take care of their baby.

When they returned home, Anya was still listless and moody. She glanced at Phil beside her, "I want to

wash up and sleep. Just go back."

Phil worried about leaving her here alone.

But when he opened his mouth trying to say something, he was interrupted by Anya, "I'm fine. Don't

worry. See you tomorrow."

Anya read Phil's thoughts easily and knew he wanted to stay here, but she refused without hesitation,

for she was so disturbed that she didn't want to see him. To be more exact, it was because of Cara.

Phil had to give up. After taking his jacket he whispered to Anya, "Do not overthink. None of these are

caused by you. These are their karmas."

He finished and stared at Anya with affections. Then he turned around and intended to leave. Feeling

worried, he looked back at her repeatedly in his every step, and his receding figure looked lonely.

For some reason, Anya suddenly parted her lips and said, "There's only a bedroom. You have no place

to sleep even if you want to stay."

She explained it, hoping Phil to stop being so gloomy, but she didn't expect Phil to immediately turn

around and say, "It's okay. I can sleep on the sofa."

"The sofa is so small..." Before Anya finished speaking, Phil had put his jacket away and walked over

again.

"I'm okay with it," Phil said and then looked at her jokingly, "I've once slept on the floor of the corridor

before."

Anya was lost for words.

He even had the nerve to talk about it!

That day she threw him out of the bedroom after quarreling with him. She didn't know what was wrong

with him. He took a quilt and slept in front of the master bedroom door, though there were many guest

bedrooms in the villa.

He looked both pitiful and hateful when sleeping on the floor. Anya was so pissed off at that time.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

He acted crazy on purpose, betting that she couldn't afford to lose face. After all, there were outsiders

like the maids and housekeepers in their house at that time.

But he really underestimated her, as she did not feel ashamed at all. She thought she didn't force him

to sleep on the floor, and his act of madness had nothing to do with her.

Besides, she didn't expect to stay with him in the future, so she didn't need a reputation for being a

good wife, and the caregivers could say whatever they wanted about her. Thus, she ignored him and

just let him sleep on the floor for the night.

Also, it wasn't cold at all. The villa was equipped with underfloor heating and he was probably

comfortable.

Anya didn't expect that Phil would still have the nerve to mention that. She felt that he was really thick-

skinned to mention such a babyish and crazy thing. If it were someone else, he would want to forget

about it as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Anya snorted and retorted, "My sofa is very small and my place has no floor heating.

Take care of your aging back!

Then Anya went back to the bedroom to prepare a nice bath. She did not say anything to drive him

away, which implied that she allowed him to stay. Phil was relieved, then called Gaven and asked

Gaven to go to his home to pack his daily necessities.

In fact, Phil could go back and pack them himself, but he was afraid that Anya would not let him in after

he left, so he arranged for Gaven to send everyday items over for him.

When Anya came out after showering and drying her hair, she saw two big bags in the living room and

Phil talking on the phone on the balcony. Anya walked over and took a look. One of the bags contained

his daily necessities, and the other his clothes.

Anya stroked her forehead, feeling a headache.

He moved unexpectedly fast enough to get all the stuff before she finished the shower.

Anya turned around and went back to the bedroom with annoyance, as she felt that Phil was somewhat

entering her life little by little.

It was getting late, so Anya leaned on the bed to start reading a book and she began to feel sleepy

after a while.

There was a knock on the door, and Phil's voice said, "You really don't need me to read to the baby?"

"Get lost!" Anya scolded nonchalantly.

It was already dubious enough for a man and a woman to be in the same room, and he even wanted to

get into her bedroom and climb into her bed.

Did he really think she was a fool?

"All right," Phil responded in resignation, and just when Anya thought he would leave, she heard him

suddenly say something else, "Any, you once said that my voice was very mellow and you liked it very

much. I think our daughter will like it too."

Anya instantly blushed with shyness.

She did say that he had a nice, mellow voice and she liked it, but she was spellbound at that time.

Such words couldn't count at all, but he actually remembered them.

Also, what made him believe the unborn baby would be a daughter? If it was a boy, it would be a very

bad idea to treat him in the way of treating a daughter.

She gritted her teeth bitterly when she thought of this. "Your memories serve you wrong. I've never said

such words."

"I'm not mistaken." The man outside the door emphasized seriously, "Have you forgotten that day we

went to the hot spring and..."

"Shut up!" Anya inside the bedroom raised her hands to cover her ears and yelled at him in annoyance.

She did not want him to keep on saying. That memory was so embarrassing that she didn't want to

recall it, and she was taken advantage of by Phil the whole time.

The annoying words of praise were what she said that time.

They went to Phil's private onsen, and she thought it would be private, quiet, and comfortable to take a

bath in hot springs. However, Phil was the only one who had enough fun.

Such a terrible experience caused her to resist going to an onsen with Phil.