Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart novel Chapter 1082

Though Anya wanted Phil to be a gentle and tolerant parent together with her, it didn't mean that she wanted to get back together with Phil or remarry him. They could still be good parents even if they split up, right?

The fact was that she was really scared and uncomfortable at the moment, so she involuntarily said this to him, which was some sort of encouragement for her and Phil. She hoped that they would not hurt their child as Cara did.

"We will definitely be very good parents." Phil held Anya tightly and whispered soothingly, "No matter what our children do in the future, we will be their firmest supporters and will never let them do things according to our standards, let alone force them to do anything for our benefit."

Anya instinctively tightened her arms around the man's waist to show her approval of his words.

Phil felt the warmness and softness in his arms and couldn't help but squint in the direction where Cara left. He didn't expect that Anya could say these words to him after his mother had made such a fuss.

No matter what their future would be, at least Phil was sure of one thing, that was, Anya did not intend to date other men but only cared about her baby at present.

That was not bad. Although he, together with other men, was repulsed by her, he stood a better chance of winning Anya's heart because he could stay with her to take care of their baby.

When they returned home, Anya was still listless and moody. She glanced at Phil beside her, "I want to wash up and sleep. Just go back."

Phil worried about leaving her here alone.

But when he opened his mouth trying to say something, he was interrupted by Anya, "I'm fine. Don't worry. See you tomorrow."

Anya read Phil's thoughts easily and knew he wanted to stay here, but she refused without hesitation, for she was so disturbed that she didn't want to see him. To be more exact, it was because of Cara.

Phil had to give up. After taking his jacket he whispered to Anya, "Do not overthink. None of these are caused by you. These are their karmas."

He finished and stared at Anya with affections. Then he turned around and intended to leave. Feeling worried, he looked back at her repeatedly in his every step, and his receding figure looked lonely.

For some reason, Anya suddenly parted her lips and said, "There's only a bedroom. You have no place to sleep even if you want to stay."

She explained it, hoping Phil to stop being so gloomy, but she didn't expect Phil to immediately turn around and say, "It's okay. I can sleep on the sofa."

"The sofa is so small..." Before Anya finished speaking, Phil had put his jacket away and walked over again.

"I'm okay with it," Phil said and then looked at her jokingly, "I've once slept on the floor of the corridor before."

Anya was lost for words.

He even had the nerve to talk about it!

That day she threw him out of the bedroom after quarreling with him. She didn't know what was wrong with him. He took a quilt and slept in front of the master bedroom door, though there were many guest bedrooms in the villa.

He looked both pitiful and hateful when sleeping on the floor. Anya was so pissed off at that time.

He acted crazy on purpose, betting that she couldn't afford to lose face. After all, there were outsiders like the maids and housekeepers in their house at that time.

But he really underestimated her, as she did not feel ashamed at all. She thought she didn't force him to sleep on the floor, and his act of madness had nothing to do with her.

Besides, she didn't expect to stay with him in the future, so she didn't need a reputation for being a good wife, and the caregivers could say whatever they wanted about her. Thus, she ignored him and just let him sleep on the floor for the night.