Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart

Chapter 984: Meet at Late Night

Anya left three days later during which her mom was completely unconscious again while Dr. Choffard

told her to be patient and time will cure.

But it was reasonable for her to be anxious because four years of treatment made her mom respond to

the outside a little. If she was to depend on time's treatment, did it mean another four years?

She knew treatment was in its nature a matter of time yet, so she suppressed her negative energy and

tried to part with Lorie as calmly as she could.

"Mom, I really need you. I wish you to pull through this and get back on your feet."

"I'm going to study abroad. Nina and her friends are right about me. If I'm not strong enough, how could

I support your life in the future and how could I return the grievance and humiliation to the people who

get us involved."

"You don't need to worry about me too much because I would not do anything stupid to hurt myself.

And because no one would take care of you if I do it."

Lorie did not respond at all even though Anya said goodbye to her before her studying abroad.

Anya was very sad about that.

But there was nothing she could do about it. She stayed late at the hospital and left in the middle of

night. She was to go abroad tomorrow morning but she went back to a hotel since she rested at the

hotel nearby these days.

She saw someone familiar when she entered the hall of the hotel — Phil. She even thought she

mistook him for others.

He sat indifferently in the rest area, distancing himself from the outside. There was a cocktail before

him and there was no telling whether he was waiting for someone or doing something else.

The hotel was not so famous as to hold some classy banquet. Why people with Phil's status would

appear here? And in the middle of night?

But Anya stopped looking at him and wondering why he was here then because they were divorced

and she did not care about his business.

Therefore, she just pretended not to see the great guy, pacing to the elevator and going to her room.

She had the premonition that Phil was here for her which made her seem to be narcissistic, but that

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She took a shower, dried her hair and packed her package for tomorrow. After all this, she looked for

beers in a small refrigerator and emptied them one by one.

She was sad but she did not know why.

She was worried about her mom, anxious about the coming overseas life alone. She was kind of

spoiled by Phil and she was grumpy…

Her luggage was simple: just some daily necessities while clothes and other stuff would be bought

when she landed.

Maisie and her friends knew that she changed the university she applied, but she asked Maisie not to

tell Phil, not to mention Tristin who was the reason why she did so when choosing university.

Tristin was in contact with her these days — asking the process of applying to study overseas, date to

leave or some daily matters. Anyway, she could feel his attempt to get close to her.

Anya responded ambiguously, withholding her final choice from him. By the way, her departure formally

marked the disappearance of the band they set up. Actually, it kind of disappeared these two years.

Among three girls in the band, a junior girl who played violin went abroad, so there were only Anya,

Tristin and Arianna who played cello left. They refused to take on new members, making the band less

active than before.

The other reason was that Phil hated it when she was with Tristin, which made every rehearsal less

satisfactory than they had imagined. Sometimes, Phil even accompanied her to the rehearsal, making

the other members highly awkward.

Even though Phil was in the corner and completely silent, they felt depressed under the influence of his

gravitas.

And they used to hang out together after rehearsals. Sometimes they would even go to singing and

dancing. But none of them were interested to do so because of "intimidating Phil".

She could only leave with Phil after rehearsal every time, which made everyone had no interest to do

anything else. Especially, she could feel the hostility Phil held toward Tristin.

Gradually, the band they set up collapsed and disappeared in the end.

Anya planned to say something about the end of their band tomorrow in their contact group before her

plane took off and then dissolved the group. Afterwards, they would lose touch of one another.

Anya couldn't drink too much. She only took several cans of beers before getting a little tipsy.

She was fuzzy hearing knocks on the door. But she suddenly became half sober when she went to the

door and found out through the hole that Phil was standing outside.

So he was here, in the middle of night, for her?

But for what?

They did not contact each other since their divorce.

"Why are you here?" Anya didn't open the door right away but asked pinching her painful forehead.

"Just open the door." Phil didn't answer but ordered so.

"What's wrong with you? Who are you to order me to open the door for you?" Anya was pissed off by

him. She was grumpy in front of him, and he was being so arbitrary and unreasonable, which

altogether made her cursed behind the door.

"Moreover, we are no couples, so I have every reason to report on your harassment to the police.

"Open it. I won't say it again." Phil remained calm as usual while she went through the room, but he

only said it in a lower voice.

Anya was so mad that she paced back and forth with her arms crossed.

She had no idea what Phil was up to because they did not contact each other since their divorce but he

was here to harass her in the middle of night when she was about to leave.

Was he trying to torment her?

But she couldn't afford to confront him anymore because she knew well what he was capable of if he

went mad.

If she refused to let him in, he might make a scene outside and others may come out of their room to

watch.

The thought of that made her take a deep breath and open the door. No sooner had she asked about

what he was up to before he broke into her room.

Anya was puzzled.

How could he enter into his ex-wife's room late at night? Was that graceful?

"What do you want?" The door was slapped close. She stepped backward and asked unhappily.

"Sex."

That was his answer.