Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart

Chapter 1137 Being Punished

The temperature of his palm was so high that Anya trembled at the hot touch.

Anya looked up at Phil and met his pitch-dark eyes. Her heart thumped. Then she withheld her leg and This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

sat up.

Before Phil knew what had happened, Anya pushed him down on the sofa with her arms on his chest,

looking down at the man.

Phil was dumbfounded by her movement.

She was bolder. Did she have any idea of what she was doing?

To his surprise, Anya did not continue the foreplay but swore at him, "Phil Henderson, you're a

scumbag indeed! A bastard!"

Phil laughed. He knew why she scolded, so he nodded approvingly and said, "Yes, you're right. I'm a

bastard."

Anya grabbed his collar and snorted, "Not only that. You're also a nasty old man that trifles with

women."

Phil tightened his lips at this moment without uttering a word.

Did she call him an old man?

He wasn't old at all, and he didn't like to hear that.

No one would like to be deemed as an old man by his beloved. It was an act of defiance against his

authority. Unconsciously, he held her slender waist tightly.

Phil swore he would do something to her if she said one more word about his old age.

But the next second, he stiffened in shock, because Anya leaned closer and kissed him. When the soft

lips lingered on his lips, Phil thought he was in heaven now.

He would be tortured to death by her mischievous darling.

Sometimes, she was indifferent; sometimes, she was passionate. She affected a sweet girl, and then

she instantly started to scold him. He was mentally tortured and lost all sense of reason.

Anya continued to speak as her lips were upon his, "I will punish you for being a bad boy."

Completely losing his reason, Phil had no idea of what she had said. All he knew was that her soft lips

were on his and he instinctively answered her with a gentle kiss. Inseparably, they kissed and their

bodies were pressing against each other.

Since Anya went abroad, they hadn't had such intimacy. Phil had taken care of her during the

pregnancy and had kissed her twice. But neither were the same as today's kiss.

Those kisses were just swift. But this one was long and sweet. Both of them had forgotten where they

were.

Most importantly, it was Anya who took the initiative to kiss him and made the kiss deeper and deeper.

So, this was a so-called "punishment".

For Phil, it was no doubt a punishment, because he could do nothing but feel his body tense and tight.

They couldn't make love, otherwise, their relationship would be redefined.

Also, Anya hadn't recovered well from the parturition yet. Phil did not dare to have sex with her.

It had been just over two months since she gave birth to their baby by cesarean section. The doctor

advised that they could not have a sex life for at least three months.

Plus, delivering a premature baby did harm to Anya's health. Phil hoped Anya could have a good rest

and recuperation during these days. So, in the end, he sobered up from the passionate kiss and lifted

Anya by the waist from his body.

Half-dressed, both were breathing unevenly.

Phil held her by the shoulder and said in a restrained tone, "If this is your punishment, I should say you

win. I'm hurting all over right now."

With his teeth gritted, Phil stood up and went to the bathroom. Anya shouted to stop him, "Phil

Henderson!"

Why could he restrain the desire when she tried so hard to flirt with him?

Had he really lost feelings for her?

Was he really giving up on her?

Did he still love her?

Phil paused but did not look back.

He did not dare to do so. His eyes would betray all his desires. He was spellbound by Anya right now.

"You didn't want me? Are you a man? Do you love someone else?" Anya asked him and threw a pillow

at him in great anger.

Phil scratched his head and turned to tell her in a low voice, "You've just given birth to a baby. We can't

make love."

Then he walked into the bathroom quickly.

Anya froze and indignantly fell into the sofa with her face covered by hands.

She completely forgot this.

When she left the hospital, the doctor told her about it. But driven by liquor and sexual impulse, she

totally forgot the doctor's advice.

Well, her attempts were in vain.

She was timid and bashful and this was the only attempt she had made. However, it ended in…

What a shame!

Since she fell down in the bathroom, she had been creating shameful moments.

After Phil took a shower and cleaned himself up, he went out of the room and found Anya was not in

the living room. He went close to the bedroom and heard Anya talking to the baby.

Apparently, the baby was sleeping and Anya was talking to herself indeed.

"Chris, do you know what happened just now? I'm really embarrassed today. It is all because of you

that I have the guts to live in the world."

Her words amused Phil. Phil knew that she exaggerated the results of losing face to show how

embarrassed she was today.

"When you grow up, you have to be reserved, calm, and sensible. Don't behave like me. That would be

embarrassing.

"Learn from your daddy. He has all the above merits. If you are like him, you will be clever enough to

avoid bad blandishments and bad men.

"Your mom is too naïve and stupid to resist your father's deceit."

Phil quietly opened the door to walk in, saw Anya leaning on the baby's crib, and heard her complaints

about him.

She said he deceived her.

Phil was amused. She was good at pretending to be confused. He had told her the truth and she knew

their separation was to protect her. But she still complained about him ironically on purpose.

Well. Just let her do what she liked. He knew that she needed an outlet to vent her anger.

"I'll go to the office. You stay here and watch over her?" Phil went in and said to Anya.

He could not stay in the same room with her. It would drive him crazy.

Also, he had created a chance for her to stay with the baby by offering to leave. She must be happy

about it.