There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

"Anya?"

Phil knocked again. Still, there was no response. Thus, he opened the door with the key Anya gave him.

As he entered, he rushed to bedroom after putting down the things in his hands. After seeing that the little lady still slept deeply under the quilt, he finally sighed with relief.

He worried that something happened to her as she didn't respond all the time

But he soon found how tempting the scene in front of him was. Anya was sleeping on her side with her face buried in the pillow. But her legs, long and fair, were exposed.

He disliked her wearing short skirt before because he didn't allow his beloved to be coveted by other men.

But he seemed to long for her now, too. Merely watching at her body had already made him indulge in fantasy, thus it was predictable that what the men outside would think. It was so wise to forbid her wearing short skirt.

Fearing that she would catch a cold, Phil stepped forward gently to tuck her up. Unexpectedly, he was pulled away by the little lady who was still in slumber.

Phil became speechless that she kicked off the quilt all the same. Previously, every time he tucked her up, she just threw it back. Later, Phil simply cuddled her in his arms while sleeping.

"Tuck yourself up. You will get a cold." He could only coax her gently instead of holding her in arms now.

Anya suddenly pulled the quilt over her head and scolded severely, "Phil, leave me alone. I don't have class today and I need a lie-in."

Although Phil was treated like this, he actually missed it much.

She loved staying in bed so much. In the past, when it came to weekend, Phil seldom forced her to wake up early and pampered her willingly. Sometimes he couldn't wake her up even she had class in the morning so that he "had to" kiss her awake. And she just got mad at him for interrupting her dream, even "roughed" him up now and then.

Even worse, she got up and made a complaint against him tearfully, saying that it was because of his excess of sex the night before which made her late for class.

be drowsy at present that she had no idea where she was and thought she still lived with

moment, she

that it was impossible

in order to cover her legs and then left her alone, closing the door and making

torture for Phil to be a gentleman

and Anya was still in slumber, thus he had

a response from the room finally. Anya

who was about to get up. But

worried that he directly opened the door

there was a

slip nightdress. At this time, she just sat up, and the slender hanging stripe slipped off due to her sleeping posture. In addition, she never wore underwear while sleeping so that her bosom

stayed put dazed, so

long while, she came back to earth

up. Perhaps she just slept so heavily that she

think about that Phil would burst into the room? Hastily, she had to pull the quilt over her, trying to cover herself. But Phil soon strode

rested on Anya's fair skin, making him feel sexy.

beside her to the man with another.

Regardless of the desire, he hurried to crouch in front of the bed and asked her in a nervous tone, "Anya, it's not the time to be odds with me. What is

was in pregnancy now. Feeling uncomfortable

him because each one

while Phil was fully worried about Anya, she was annoyed at "It's not the time to be odds with

What did that mean?

her bedroom with her permission