Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart

Chapter 1141 Your Beard Is Scratchy

Anya had been lying on the sofa and chatting with the girls for a long time. Phil had got the dinner

ready.

But the baby woke up in the bedroom while they were about to eat. The baby was crying loudly.

Anya thought Phil had been busy cooking and must be tired. Then she stood up and said, "You eat

first. I'll go get her."

Phil just stopped her, "Eat. I'm on it."

Phil had long legs. He said it, went past Anya, and walked over to the bedroom. Anya had no idea what

she should do.

She couldn't understand why the baby was sleeping all the time while she was lying and chatting on

the sofa. And she just woke up at dinner time.

Of course, Anya couldn't eat alone while Phil had cooked dinner and taken care of the baby. She Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

dissolved the baby formula and passed the feeder to Phil after he had changed the diaper for the baby.

With the baby in his arms, Phil sat on the sofa beside the bed and began feeding her softly.

Seeing that Anya wasn't gonna leave, he raised his eyes and said gently, "Go and have dinner first, or

it will get cold."

Anya didn't say anything. Instead, she just sat beside him and waited for him to finish feeding the baby.

Phil glanced at her and let her stay since he knew how stubborn she was.

But out of their expectation, the baby didn't feel like sleeping after she finished drinking milk. She kept

her big dark eyes open and looked around in Phil's arms.

Phil just thought she was too cute, so he couldn't help leaning closer to her and rubbing her soft cheek

lightly. But the baby burst into tears uncomfortably, which confused him a lot.

What happened? Did she hate to be close to him?

He saw Anya kiss and rub her cheeks. But why did the baby cry when he did that?

Phil felt deeply hurt.

"Your beard is scratchy!" Anya spoke their baby's mind. She had been there herself and understood

why the baby cried. She used to be pricked by his beards a lot.

"I see." Phil took a tumble. His beard had grown out a bit after a whole day long. The skin of the

newborn baby was so soft and delicate that she cried out of pain when he rubbed his face against hers.

He apologized to the crying baby in his arms immediately, "Sorry, sweetie. It's daddy's fault."

But his baby girl was a real piece of work. It was nothing but a little prick on the face but she kept crying

her eyes out, which was the same as her mother, who was hard to coax and comfort once she got

mad.

Finally, he soothed the baby and stopped her from crying again. And he was sweating like hell.

But he didn't forget Anya who was sitting beside him. He raised his eyes and said, "She's not sleeping.

Would you like to go eat first?"

He asked her opinion this time, but Anya just snorted, "I'm not hungry. You've pissed me off and I've

had enough of you today. You go eat first. I'll stay with her."

Phil was speechless.

He only asked if she would like to have dinner first. Was it necessary for her to complain a lot like that?

He knew she wasn't gonna go eat first, then he decided to compromise, "OK. I'll go eat first."

Saying it, he put the baby onto the bed lightly. Anya stayed to take care of her while he turned around

to leave for dinner first.

Phil had hired a babysitter, a driver, a cook, and a cleaner for Anya in advance when he thought the

baby would live with her. He did his best to enable Anya to live an extravagant life, and he didn't want

her to be worn out because of raising the baby.

But he fired the babysitter and the driver later when Anya agreed to let the baby live with him. He

wasn't gonna hire a babysitter because he would take care of the baby himself and he believed he

could do it with ease.

But he kept the cook and the cleaner. He focused on looking after the baby and taking care of his work

at the same time.

Phil returned to the bedroom after dinner. When he was about to take over the baby, he saw the little

one falling asleep in Anya's arms. Anya put her in the crib after she fell asleep. Then Phil was

concerned about her arms.

"How are your arms? Tired?"

He asked her like that.

He would definitely pull her slender arms over and massage her if it wasn't for their weird relationship

now. He didn't think it was good that Anya cuddled the baby to get her sleep, but he didn't say anything

since he understood Anya did it out of love.

"Fine." Anya didn't want to show any weakness in front of Phil.

Anya was supposed to sit at the table and have dinner after they got out of the bedroom.

Somehow, she just wanted to irritate Phil. She was still angry that Phil refused to eat first to attract her

sympathy and keep her here for dinner.

Then, she stood in front of Phil and said lightly, "I am not eating. I must go now."

Phil was lost for words.

He cooked mainly for her. But she just said she wasn't eating?

Was she kidding him?

"What? Are you mad?" Anya turned aside and snorted, "You've made me suffer by hurting yourself.

Now am I not allowed to make you suffer a bit in this way?"

Phil was choked with words. He knew she was getting back at him now.

He couldn't say a word in reply since she had dissed him like that. In the end, he just stared at her for

long and lowered his voice, "Take good care of yourself."

Anya heard it and retorted, "You are one to talk! You even don't take good care of yourself. You said

you didn't want to have dinner. How can you expect me to?"

As an eloquent lawyer in court, Phil just had nothing to say at this moment.

"Sorry. It's my fault." Phil apologized to her peacefully, "Or you can have little food? It's late and it's a lot

of trouble to go back and cook."

He persuaded her with patience. It seemed that he had been greatly patient since he fell for Anya.

Anya would feel embarrassed if she kept throwing a tantrum since Phil had coaxed her so humbly and

peacefully.

Then she pouted and sat down at the table again. She was eating dinner quietly while Phil was sitting

across the table to keep her company. Of course, he was also checking some emails and taking care of

the business on the phone.

After dinner, Anya couldn't stay there any longer and said goodbye to him first.

"The baby is home. So, I am not seeing you off. Gaven is waiting downstairs. He'll drive you home,"

said Phil.

Anya was a bit surprised to hear that. Unexpectedly, he had told Gaven to drive her home. She

wondered if he was overreacting and worrying too much.

Phil saw the doubt in her eyes and said gloomily, "It will be safer."

He couldn't take it anymore if she had another accident.

He couldn't live on if anything happened to her and their daughter again.

"Thanks." Anya thanked him and turned around to leave. She understood he was worried about her

and she accepted his kindness. But she didn't feel like arguing with him about it. She just wanted him

to get past it.

Life and death were decreed by fate.

She believed in it all her life and she just wanted to live freely and happily.