Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart

Chapter 1139 Imagine as Boldly as She Can

Anya went out of the bedroom and found Phil in the kitchen.

He did not change his suit yet and was cleaning food with his sleeves rolled up.

To be honest, he looked like he was a bad cook in this outfit, but he was actually good at cooking.

Anya had eaten his dishes during most of her pregnancy, and now she felt hungry seeing him cooking.

But Anya was stubborn not to eat here or accept Phil's care for her. To be exact, she couldn't accept his

care after he claimed to break up with her.

Anya stood by the kitchen door and said goodbye, "I'm about to go."

On second thought, she added, "Thank you for what you've done today."

Today, they took their daughter back from the hospital. It was the first day the family of three gathered

together. Anya thanked Phil for giving her the time to stay with the baby.

"Are you sure you don't eat here?" Phil looked at her and asked softly.

"No." Anya was determined.

Phil put down the food and washed his hands, saying, "Then I don't cook. I'm not hungry and I don't

want to eat."

Anya did not reply.

He must say it on purpose.

He must upset her on purpose.

He had stomach trouble. How could he not eat dinner?

Anya heard that Phil had been ill because of heavily drinking and skipping meals when they just gotten

divorced.

During her pregnancy, Phil cooked every day and ate with her three meals a day.

Phil once told her his stomach got much better and the stomach disease did not relapse because he

had eaten every meal in a timely and quantitative manner.

But now he stopped cooking and deliberately stated he would not have dinner.

He was trying to make her uneasy by tormenting himself, wasn't he?

Anya had a healthy stomach and would not feel uncomfortable by skipping a meal only, but Phil…

A busy entrepreneur like Phil usually suffered from a stomach illness.

Emelia said before that Julian had a bad stomach and she looked after him with great care by

preparing regular meals during the first few years of marriage. Only in that way did Julian get better.

Anyway, Anya did not mean that she would skip her dinner. She just did not want to eat here. She

would eat at her home.

With her lips pursed, Anya was a bit angry, glaring at the man cleaning his hands, and stepping forward

calmly.

She really wanted to scratch his face. Humph!

"What's up?" Phil went closer and asked innocently.

He was even better than her at irritating people!

"Phil Henderson!" Anya stared at the man in front of her and huffed, "Don't worry. If anything goes

wrong with your health, I'll take your daughter and marry another man right away!"

Then she turned around. Phil pulled her arms in a hurry. "You're not healthy, either! Since you have

delivered a baby, you should have a regular and healthy dinner."

Phil was guilty-ridden when he thought of what Arthur had told him.

Anya was young. If she had been taken good care of, she would have recovered soon. But the

premature delivery seriously impaired her health and it would be difficult for her to have another baby in

the future.

Phil did not care about whether they could have a second child. He was just worried about Anya's

health.

Emelia had helped look after Anya in the first few weeks after she gave birth to a baby, and she had

told Phil that Anya was weaker after the delivery compared with other mothers.

And that was Anya was thinner than before. No matter how carefully Emelia and Maisie looked after

her, she could not put on weight. As Arthur said, Anya needed a long period of recuperation.

Although Anya looked young and healthy, she knew she was really weak.

That was why Phil wanted her to have a nice dinner.

Anya shook off his hand. "I don't mean I won't eat. I may grab a bite in a restaurant on the way home,

or eat at home. Just let me decide where to eat."

Phil replied, "Restaurant meals are unhealthy."

Anya snorted, "Then, I cook myself."

Phil pursed his lips without a word.

Her cooking skills could ensure that she wouldn't starve. But they did not work out in the long run. She

needed to eat nutritious and healthy food.

He stopped squabbling over dinner and changed the topic. "Several days later, Abigail is going here. I'll

ask her to see you and prescribe drugs for you."

Anya looked down and did not utter a word.

She was aware of her condition. Emelia had told her that Abigail would come here to heal her.

She knew that Abigail offered to help for Phil's sake because Phil was Arthur's good friend.

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She had been alive and kicking for over 20 years, even during pregnancy. But now, she felt like she

had been drained.

Phil added, "I know you're angry with me and don't want to eat what I cook. But please put your anger

aside tonight and fill your belly first.

"I've hired a cook to make meals for us and baby food for our daughter. You can eat here every day

when you come to visit her.

"The cook asks for leave today. He will cook in the following days."

Phil had racked his brain to feed Anya well.

Anya eyed him for a while with her mouth tightened and sneered at last, "Phil, do you plan to maintain

such a weird relationship with me? Claim to break up with me but look after me at the same time."

Phil looked away. "I just wish you to live well."

"Don't regret it in the future," Anya snorted and sat down on the sofa. "Mr. Henderson, please cook for

us tonight."

He insisted on maintaining this queer relationship, so she would just enjoy his good care.

Anyway, Anya believed that she was the one who seized the initiative. It was up to her whether to

accept his care and she had nothing to lose. Why not just enjoy it?

Since Anya ordered, Phil turned back to the kitchen to prepare their dinner.

The baby was still sleeping. Anya felt bored in the living room alone and went to the kitchen to find

faults with Phil. Well, to be exact, she was going to bother him.

Lazily leaning against the door, Anya stared at the man cooking in the kitchen. "Ah, Mr. Henderson,

you're really handsome cooking in a white shirt."

Phil's forehead became throbbing. Anya was about to torment him with her tricks.

She excited him by throwing herself at him during the day. Now it seemed that she wanted to verbally

flirt with him.

Anya said in a flirtatious tone, "Will you stain your white shirt when cooking? How about taking it off?"

Phil was speechless.

She was always bold to say and imagine something extremely erotic.