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."

business!" Anya roared snappishly

anger of losing face on Phil. And the latter shook his head lovingly and went to fetch the hair dryer

cushion to relish it. Phil had often done it for

he was blow-drying her hair,

nothing to her now. Why did he treat her

break with her but he was so nice

actions make her keep trapped in their

the thought, sat up on the sofa, grabbed the

the sofa with a hand lifted to dry the hair. Her shirt was thus lifted upward and her fair legs were exposed, extremely alluring. Phil turned his head

felt he was a bit out of breath. Things

him well. He was a sex maniac. When they were 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 sofa and said,

were left on the arm and didn't refuse Phil's aid. She expected they could be

squeezed the cream

Anya yelled. "It

sounded delicate. Phil could do nothing but coax her, "I don't

as he said. Anya shouted instantly, "Oh! That's

and into the

stiffen. But instinctively, he held

used to dislike bonding with him,

He was happy that she was trying to please him, but the torturous thing was that he had to refrain from his sexual

embrace and put all the blame on him. Her lips pursed and her face blushed. Anya huffed, "Phil. Are you

was not the one who just flung herself into his arms

in her eyes. Phil took a deep breath and met her

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