Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart novel Chapter 1095

"Stop thinking about those things now. You need some rest," Anya said to Phil who was sleeping on the couch. "Today you need good rest so go to sleep in the bed."

She was confused by his request of sleeping on the couch at her apartment when it was totally uncomfortable for him to curl up on such a short couch.

But tonight Anya couldn't let him sleep on the couch anymore. Only if he got enough sleep could he have the energy to cope with other problems tomorrow, or more precisely, today.

Glancing up with his gloomy eyes, Phil said with a wry smile. "Any, I should have been very happy seeing that you cared about me. But I couldn't feel happy now."

He had waited over four years for her to show genuine concern for him. But he was deprived of happiness at this time. All he could feel was bitter sorrow and misery.

Anya denied, "Who says I care about you? You go to sleep now."

Phil got up from the couch and hugged her. "Sleep in the same bed with me."

She was afraid that he might not get good sleep. But what she didn't know was that he thought alike. He also feared that she might not sleep well.

She was pregnant and was supposed to get enough sleep.

Upon hearing that, Anya wriggled. "I am not sleeping with you. That is ridiculous."

They had divorced. She already felt it absurd for him to stay at her apartment all the time. Sleeping with him was absolutely out of the question.

"Then you go to sleep in the bed." Phil didn't force her and let go of her after saying this.

Anya didn't know how to answer that.

Did this man start to torment himself again?

"What are you worried about? You are pregnant and I am not in the mood for having sex. What do you think I want to do?" Phil defended himself.

He didn't have the desire or energy to have sex with her now.

Finally, Anya made a concession. They slept in the same bed. Anya required him to sleep on the other side of the bed and she lay on this side. They were so weary that they fell asleep almost the moment they came into contact with pillows.

However, albeit the huge gap Anya intentionally made before going to sleep, she found that they cuddled up together again when she woke up. The man put his arms around her and she leaned close to him. She had an untroubled sleep, except for mild heat in the belly.

Her belly was covered by the man's hand.

Anya smacked his hand off. "What are you doing?"

"To feel my daughter." Before Anya could retort, Phil added, "Did you feel her moving?"

Anya was vexed by him. "No."

Though she had been four months pregnant, she never felt fetal movement. Earlier when she had the antenatal checks and tests, the doctor told her that the baby would start kicking by this month, as mildly as a butterfly waving its wings or a fish spitting bubbles. Maybe because she was not sensible, she didn't feel a hint of movement.

Phil laid his hand on her belly again and whispered, "Try to feel it. I really think she is kicking."

Looking at his serious expression, Anya began to feel the baby's movement patiently and quietly.

After a few seconds, she cracked a surprised smile, "It seems that the baby is moving."