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.

at Phil with her red lips slightly open, completely unable

already indicated a damn tacit understanding

What an unfortunate destiny!

Anya's pretty eyes, and once again read her thoughts, "Did you give

Anya who was astounded, Phil was

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

That was incredible!

Phil thought it would be a pity if they didn't

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 him away. She wanted to be left

did she and Phil think of

behind her and took her in his arms, saying happily, "Any, it's undeniable that there's much chemistry between

we came up with the

minor difference." Anya snorted in Phil's arms, trying to deny that

Willigen' for the baby, while he gave the name 'Christina Henderson'. Strictly,

had to admit that they gave

did 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

He quickly let go of Anya in his arms and apologized.

as he said this, causing Anya to give him a glare and walk away in

a happy face or an angry face. She was good-looking no matter what she did and her

not want to take a stroll anymore, so she walked in

when she almost reached the apartment, she came to a

a person standing in front of the apartment building

met Cara a few times, Cara's image was so impressive that

knitted her brow and her face betrayed

It was really annoying!

Cara? Why

being with me, she should go to Phil

want to mess