Gaven drove Anya to the place where Phil lived and left as soon as Anya got out of the car. Anya then took the elevator up alone.
The doorbell rang and Phil opened the door. She did not give him a look and looked for the girl after she went in. "How about Chris?"
Subsequently, Anya found the room was in silence without a baby crying.
Phil closed the door and replied coolly, "She was just calm."
Anya paused angrily and complained, glaring at Phil, "Phil Henderson, are you kidding me?"
"No, I don't know why she just stopped. Maybe she knew you were coming?" Phil said without a trace of guilt.
"Humph," sneered Anya. Though angry, she could do nothing with him.
"Let me see her." Anya did not want to watch the annoying man in front of her and walked toward the bedroom.
At the door, she paused, hesitant to get in.
Phil went after her and asked in a low voice, "What's up?"
Anya frowned and tugged at her clothes to sniff. She asked, "I smell so bad. Will it irritate her?"
The summer was coming and the weather grew hotter, so Anya just wore a thin top. As she lifted the bottom hem of her top, her slim and fair waist was exposed.
Phil turned his eyes away and said, "She's too little to care about the smell."
Because of Phil's action, a thought flashed through Anya's mind, and then she said softly, "Well, I should better take a shower. I don't want her to think her mom is a damn lush."
Before Phil could say something, Anya requested in a polite manner, "Mr. Henderson, would you mind lending me clean clothes to wear?"
Phil eyed the brilliant and cunning gleam emanating from her eyes and felt gloomy. He knew what she was thinking about but could not turn her down.
At this moment, Phil had an ambivalent attitude towards her. On one hand, he did not want to be intimate with her as he believed he could only bring bad luck to her. But on the other hand, he did not want to let her go.
Although he pretended to be composed, Phil could hardly retain his composure when Anya really did something to attract his attention, like the previous video she sent in which Anya held Gaven's arms in hers. He was aware that Anya did it on purpose and there were no affairs between the two. But he was consumed with jealousy after seeing the video, and without a second thought, he deluded her into returning by using the baby.
He was now trapped in a mixed mood of burning jealousy and repressive sexual impulse, either of which was tormenting him.
"Lend me or not?" Anya was impatient at his consideration and held out her white palm, urging, "If you don't, I'll just leave."
Phil gave a light cough and asked, "A shirt or a T-shirt?"
Anya seemed happy with her eyes curved. "Of course, a shirt."
The words, "of course", exposed Anya's purpose again. She wanted to seduce him in this way.
Phil had seen Anya in his shirt before. She had been so sexy that he had pushed her over on the bed and had sex immediately.
But now…
When Phil picked up his shirt in the bedroom, his Adam's apple went up and down. He passed his white shirt to Anya and turned to go to the bedroom to look after the baby. But he ran away like a coward as if he was afraid Anya would do something to him.
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