Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart

Chapter 1135 A White Shirt

Gaven drove Anya to the place where Phil lived and left as soon as Anya got out of the car. Anya then

took the elevator up alone.

The doorbell rang and Phil opened the door. She did not give him a look and looked for the girl after

she went in. "How about Chris?"

Subsequently, Anya found the room was in silence without a baby crying.

Phil closed the door and replied coolly, "She was just calm."

Anya paused angrily and complained, glaring at Phil, "Phil Henderson, are you kidding me?"

"No, I don't know why she just stopped. Maybe she knew you were coming?" Phil said without a trace

of guilt.

"Humph," sneered Anya. Though angry, she could do nothing with him.

"Let me see her." Anya did not want to watch the annoying man in front of her and walked toward the

bedroom.

At the door, she paused, hesitant to get in.

Phil went after her and asked in a low voice, "What's up?"

Anya frowned and tugged at her clothes to sniff. She asked, "I smell so bad. Will it irritate her?"

The summer was coming and the weather grew hotter, so Anya just wore a thin top. As she lifted the

bottom hem of her top, her slim and fair waist was exposed.

Phil turned his eyes away and said, "She's too little to care about the smell."

Because of Phil's action, a thought flashed through Anya's mind, and then she said softly, "Well, I

should better take a shower. I don't want her to think her mom is a damn lush."

Before Phil could say something, Anya requested in a polite manner, "Mr. Henderson, would you mind

lending me clean clothes to wear?"

Phil eyed the brilliant and cunning gleam emanating from her eyes and felt gloomy. He knew what she

was thinking about but could not turn her down.

At this moment, Phil had an ambivalent attitude towards her. On one hand, he did not want to be

intimate with her as he believed he could only bring bad luck to her. But on the other hand, he did not

want to let her go.

Although he pretended to be composed, Phil could hardly retain his composure when Anya really did

something to attract his attention, like the previous video she sent in which Anya held Gaven's arms in

hers. He was aware that Anya did it on purpose and there were no affairs between the two. But he was

consumed with jealousy after seeing the video, and without a second thought, he deluded her into

returning by using the baby.

He was now trapped in a mixed mood of burning jealousy and repressive sexual impulse, either of

which was tormenting him.

"Lend me or not?" Anya was impatient at his consideration and held out her white palm, urging, "If you

don't, I'll just leave."

Phil gave a light cough and asked, "A shirt or a T-shirt?"

Anya seemed happy with her eyes curved. "Of course, a shirt."

The words, "of course", exposed Anya's purpose again. She wanted to seduce him in this way.

Phil had seen Anya in his shirt before. She had been so sexy that he had pushed her over on the bed

and had sex immediately.

But now…

When Phil picked up his shirt in the bedroom, his Adam's apple went up and down. He passed his

white shirt to Anya and turned to go to the bedroom to look after the baby. But he ran away like a

coward as if he was afraid Anya would do something to him.

Anya watched him fleeing away and sneered.

However, there was a change of plans. In her plan, Anya would approach him deliberately after she

took a shower and made herself smell good.

But, because of the alcohol, she lost her balance and tumbled over in the bathroom when showering.

"Ouch!" Anya fell to the ground. Hurt as she was, it was more embarrassing to lie naked on the ground.

Outside, Phil heard her yell and dashed into the room.

"What's up?" he asked nervously. His eyes fell on Anya lying on the ground and he wanted to help at Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

once.

With a blushed face, Anya lifted her arm that was not hurt and stopped Phil. "Don't come over! Stop!"

Despite the fact that she just planned to seduce him, and they had been a couple for years and even

had a baby, she had never been as embarrassed as today when she sprawled to the ground.

She lost all interest in flirting with him. All she wanted was Phil's instant leaving.

How awkward! She really wished the ground could open up and swallow her.

"Where did you hurt? Can you move?" Phil could not leave her alone on the ground.

At this point, Phil only worried about whether she was hurt or suffered any fractures. Breaking the skin

was not a big deal. But if a bone was fractured, she had to see a doctor right away.

"I–" Anya was so embarrassed that she almost cried.

Why? Why did she fall down when showering? Why couldn't she fall down after she went out? Then

she would fall into his arms… Jesus! Why couldn't God help her?

Phil knew why she felt awkward. He pulled a towel aside and gently lay it on her, then asked, "I use it to

wrap you. Then can I help you up?"

Being covered, Anya felt more comfortable and nodded, biting her lower lip. Phil went forward and

helped her up carefully with one hand and he held the towel with the other hand.

"Thank you," She murmured, blushing.

Phil said, "Let me fix the towel. Try to move this arm. Can it move?"

His heart was broken. The bathroom was paved with marble tiles. She must be hurt like hell.

Anya lifted up the hurt arm and stretched it several times. Then she whispered, "The bone seems well.

I don't think it hurts seriously."

Phil let out a long sigh and glanced at Anya's red arm. "Continue to shower?"

Anya answered noddingly, "I'm so dirty. I can't stand it."

Phil opened his mouth, almost saying that he could help her.

He didn't mean to take advantage of her. He was worried that she couldn't do it well with a broken arm.

But finally, he decided not to speak out, in case their relationship would change because of his help.

In the end, he just said, "Watch out. I will help take care of your bruise later when you're out."

Anya nodded and held the towel with her hands. Phil then turned around and left the room.

As the door was closed, Anya covered her face with chagrin.

What an ohnosecond! She was awkward as hell!