There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

Chapter 1136 My Leg Hurts

Woebegone, Anya finished her shower and dried her hair, and went out of the bathroom.

She wasn't in the mood to flirt with Phil anymore, though in his shirt.

The nasty tumble brought great shame on her.

Phil had lulled the baby to sleep and prepared an arnica cream for bruises on her arm and two legs.

Anya had delicate skin and there must be bruises on her body.

Why did he know about it? Because he had left many marks on her body before when they had sex. Sometimes, he didn't think he used much strength, but there had always been damn "bruises" on her body. At the very beginning, Anya accused him of being too brutal and forbade him from having sex with her.

To be honest, he was afraid at first for that. He had thought that he left so many marks on her because he was too crazy.

Later, he did it in a really gentle way and found the bruises still appeared. Then, he realized he was deceived.

She kept him from sleeping with her by saying those words intentionally.

When he figured out the truth, he pressed her against the bed and had passionate sex with her. And the next day, she was too weak to stand on her feet.

The door opened. Phil glanced at the upset girl and could not help chuckling.

She was keen on keeping up her appearances and must be very embarrassed just then.

He tried to suppress the curves of his lips and went over, saying, "You might catch a cold if you don't blow dry your hair."

your own business!" Anya roared snappishly and

the latter shook his head lovingly and went to fetch the hair dryer in the

the cushion to relish it. Phil had often done

her hair, Anya felt

her now. Why did he treat her so

have a clean break with her but he was so nice to

actions make her keep trapped in their

moved his hand away at the thought, sat up

dry the hair. Her shirt was thus lifted upward and her

was a bit out of breath. Things would

still a couple, he would be turned on immediately if she flirted with him. The hair was completely dried and Phil took away the drier. Then, he came to Anya on the

bruises were left on the arm and didn't refuse Phil's aid. She expected they could be cleared quickly and she was ready to excite him as she felt

arm. Phil sat beside her and squeezed the cream out and applied it to her fair

Anya yelled.

looked and sounded delicate. Phil could do nothing but coax her, "I don't use any strength.

slender fingers started to rub the bruises as he said. Anya shouted instantly,

forward and

stiffen. But instinctively, he held

dislike bonding with him, but now she had so

He was happy that she was trying to please him, but the torturous

the blame on him. Her lips pursed and her face blushed. Anya huffed, "Phil. Are you trying to kill

who just flung herself into his

a quizzical glitter in her eyes. Phil took

and stretched out her arm again. Phil sighed with ease in his mind and started to knead her arm in a gentler