There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

Chapter 1080 Damn That Tacit Understanding Between Them

When she was stunned and unable to speak, Phil read her mind at a glance and couldn't help but let out a chuckle, "Don't tell me you also think it will be a daughter.

"Of course not." Anya did not want to have this damn tacit understanding with him. She immediately pulled down the brim of her fisherman's hat and walked away with her head down. Phil caught up with her with big strides and kept on asking, "Why did you think it would be a daughter?"

"Who said I thought it would be a daughter?" Anya retorted.

Phil said gently and somewhat helplessly, "Any, your eyes betrayed your emotions just now."

Anya was really disturbed by the way he called her, so she stopped and admitted, "Yes, but why do you think it's a daughter too?"

The man said with a smile on his lips, "It's my intuition."

Anya said with disgust, "Your intuition? I don't think your intuitions are reliable."

Phil laughed, "Then consider it my devout prayer. Hope God could hear my longing and give us a daughter."

Somehow, Anya found his words 'give us a daughter' brought her some kind of reassurance and peace of mind. She was also reminded of the baby's name she chose, Chris. She would be contented enough if her baby could be safe and happy in its life.

She had no great ambition and did not have any high hopes for the baby. Anya only prayed for her baby's safety, perhaps because Lorie, her mother, got in a car crash and suffered.

That was the first thought that came to her mind when she decided to keep the baby, so she instinctively named the baby 'Chris', which would be a proper name for baby boys and girls.

If it was a girl, it would be Christine Willigen, and if it was a boy, it would be simply Chris Willigen, which was also quite nice.

While Anya was pondering, Phil in front of her was looking tenderly up at the night sky and said, "Since the day I found you pregnant, I have been praying and expecting every day that it would be a daughter, and I have thought of a girl's name." "What is it?" Anya asked with curiosity.

"Christina Henderson. May God grant her long and peaceful life." Phil shared his ideas with her without reservation, "By the way, her nickname can be 'Chris'."

As soon as Phil finished, he saw Anya stare at him in wide-eyed shock.

"What's wrong?" He asked with a puzzled face.

red lips slightly open, completely unable

which already indicated a damn tacit understanding between them, and now they even came up with the same

What an unfortunate destiny!

eyes, and once again read her thoughts, "Did you give her the same

was astounded, Phil

names of people in a dictionary, but they could come up

That was incredible!

pity if they didn't get remarried or continue to be with

in the mood to take a walk when she regained her presence of mind. She didn't want to talk to Phil who was overjoyed anymore, so she turned around, planning to go home and send

names. Why did she and Phil think

enough, but the man came up behind her and took her in

up with the same name

in Phil's arms, trying to deny that they gave the same

gave the names 'Christine Willigen' or 'Chris Willigen' for the baby, while he gave the name

they gave the same nickname for the

not share the same kind of feelings. While Anya was upset by the tacit understanding between them, Phil was joyfully hugging her in his arms again and again, completely forgetting that he, as her ex-husband, was not in the position to hug

excited. He quickly let go

into a smile as he said this, causing

Anya, his beloved girl, looked pretty whether she made a happy face or an angry

did not want to take a stroll anymore, so she

when she almost reached the apartment, she came to a stop. Phil followed her gaze and narrowed

front of the apartment building from afar, and she recognized that person right away. It

Cara a few times, Cara's image was so impressive that she could recognize

brow and her face betrayed

It was really annoying!

with Cara? Why did she

with me, she

it very clear that I don't want to mess