There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

They two ended the conversation and went back to dinner.

As they finished, Phil pondered for a while and suggested, "Given your condition, I will pick you up to class on Saturday. Is that OK?"

The words "Is that OK" Phil finally added meant that he totally put himself in Anya's shoes, no longer giving the word regardless of her feelings.

It surprised Anya a bit somehow.

But she soon shook her head, "Thank you. But I don't think you should be tense with my condition like this. And you should have your leisure time on Saturday."

Anya didn't want Phil to do this in case she would be in his debt again. She only wanted to keep away from him as far as possible.

Phil pursed his lips, looking at her. He knew that it was an excuse that Anya merely didn't want him to be in sight so frequently.

However, he promised that he would change to respect her wishes. Finally, he said, "Alright."

But Phil still felt worried and added, "Then be safe on the way to and from school. Call me if anything happens."

Anya agreed flatly. Still, it was Phil who cleaned the table after they finished the dinner. At first, Anya wanted to do it herself, but Phil insisted.

After thinking, Anya suggested, "Maybe I should hire a housemaid?"

Actually, Phil had no need to spend his time on cooking or doing any other chores for her due to his status. His time was valuable. Thus, Anya thought that hiring a housekeeper was better than letting him waste his time on the housework.

Without looking back, the man in the kitchen said, "It's okay. I can do it."

Anya insisted, "It's not the problem of whether you can do it or not. It's that you don't belong to the kitchen."

Phil stopped to look at the girl beside the kitchen door and said seriously, "It's up to me. And now, this is my choice and my worth."

his worth, why did he follow her to get here from a

baby and try to get his beloved back. As

because he just

simple, Anya felt some affection hidden

Anya said such words and then left the

further with him. Now that he chose to waste

from the kitchen,

used to do some exercises after dinner. But now, she didn't want to move at all,

man should hurry to leave so that she could lie

house, it was not

couch and couldn't help feeling tender affection for her. He

was a full bowl of fruit on his hands

fruit on tea table and then sat on the end of the couch where he could see the delicate feet and

without asking her. She hastened to sit up and cross her

a glance at the fruit and said, "But I will do it

only need to cook for her. It was unnecessary

have never seen that before you

a bowl of clean fruits in front of her. When did she do

that he

she said to Phil in a pitiless tone without looking up, "Alright. It's late.

Mr. Henderson?

of this name

again

when she was annoyed. Phil was even dubbed as "Uncle Henderson". "Mr. Henderson" was only a piece

thinking about that, Phil just calmed down. Refraining from the impulse of holding Anya

call me anytime when you need