He wanted to stop her from acting willfully and lowered his voice to tell her, "Go see if the baby is awake."
But Anya had seen through his intention of sending her away.
"She must be still sleeping now. Her cry's loud. I can definitely hear it if she wakes up." she snorted.
She had to admit that their tiny daughter was impressively loud though she was a premature baby girl. No wonder the doctors and the nurses had said she was a real fighter for life.
She cried so loudly that she had proved herself a real fighter for life.
Anya refused to leave but Phil simply couldn't do anything with her. So, he tried hard to ignore her and focused on cooking.
But after that, she didn't say anything else.
Phil could feel she was still there but she just kept silent. What was wrong?
"Why don't you talk now?" He couldn't help but turn around to look at her.
He said it and found Anya looking him up and down at will and seducing him verbally at the same time, "To be honest, I didn't realize you're so hot before."
"Wide shoulders, slim waist, long legs, and fine booty. Hmm, the muscles on the arms are well-balanced and well-built, looking very strong."
Anya felt herself blushing after speaking so boldly.
She took herself as a girl of guts. But she had never said something bold and shameless like this in her life so far.
In fact, Anya knew Phil was hot and in great shape but she was too shy to speak it out before. She didn't want to flatter or admire him; in case he wouldn't let go of her.
Anya said it abruptly. Phil was frozen and stopped cooking.
He must do something to stop her, otherwise, he couldn't cook again. She had aroused his sexual desire only by verbally flirting with him. He wasn't sure he could control himself if she kept pushing her luck.
He took a deep breath with his back to Anya. Then he turned around to walk over to her and cast down his eyes to ask, "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"
Somehow, she thought he was hot and tempting. She took a step backward and said, "What did you mean? I was just flattering you. Aren't you happy?"
"Why didn't you flatter me before?" Phil went on asking.
"In case you got too cocky."
"What about now?" Phil asked again.
Instead of hiding her feelings, Anya just said bluntly, "I am worried that you'll leave me now. So, I must seize every chance to admire and flatter you."
Suddenly, Phil quieted down. He thought of giving up when hearing her bold words and seeing her bright eyes.
He wanted to give up the thought of drawing clear lines with her and keeping away from her. Now he really wanted to make a sweet couple with her. He wanted her to flatter him and hit on him with sweet words like this every day.
But his reason overcame his heart. He raised his hand to hold her slender shoulders and turn her around with strength. Then he pushed her out of the kitchen the next second and locked the door by the way.
Anya stamped her feet with anger and cursed, "You're a coward! Coward!"
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