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Chapter 1039 I Will Be in Charge of your Meals
Chapter 1039 I Will Be in Charge of your Meals
Hearing what Anya said, Nina beamed with pleasure, "I am so happy that you could think it that way.
Don't even bother to pay attention to that bitch. As the saying goes, karma is real."
"Just look at the frightening expression of her hanging up hurriedly when Phil called her."
Presumably it never crossed Gracie's mind that Phil would suddenly show up. This was what we call
God's plan.
Anya was amused by Nina's words. She had to admit that Nina was really good at protecting others'
feeling and cheering up the atmosphere. It became such a bliss to whoever became her friends.
Anya told Nina her troubles. "I am now deeply annoyed and also confused as to what to do next. My
body isn't apt for escaping again but I really hate to see his face."
She ran away from her home country to this country. Now she had settled here, from education to
personal adaptation. Frankly she was too exhausted to plan another escape, letting alone the fact that
her body now couldn't withstand any tiny jolt.
Plus, she dropped the idea of running after this incident. Phil had the ability to locate her no matter
where she hid herself. She might as well stay at where she was now.
Yet she still didn't want to see him.
"It is troublesome." Maisie could understand how she felt. Maisie had the similar experience of trying to
shun Ezra but failing.
Nina came up with an idea. "How about this? You pretend to be sick all the time and turn him away by
saying that you want some private space and have a good rest. He must accede to your demand since
you are pregnant now. In this way you can greatly save yourself from meeting him."
"Or you can ignore him. He wouldn't dare to go against your will."
Phil now couldn't be more obedient to Anya. Irritating Anya was the last thing he wanted to do. And
Anya could exactly use that to manipulate him.
"That is an excellent idea. It probably is the only way to stay away from him." Anya approved her idea.
As much as it was an immature solution, it was effective.
Emelia smiled, "You just need to remember that he is afraid of making you unhappy."
"So far this is the best solution I could think of." Anya agreed with them. She had to wait until she gave
birth to her baby to think about the next step.
The conversation with them made Anya feel better. She changed her clothes and put on her
housecoat. And then she washed some fruits and ate them while working on her assignments.
Her class ended early and the part-time servant who cooked the meals for her hadn't arrived. So she
put the blanket over herself when she felt sleepy and fell asleep rapidly.
She didn't know what other people's pregnancy reactions were. But for her, it went from killing vomiting
in the first period to little discomfort except aptness to sleep now.
As long as she came back to her place, she could easily fall asleep in the sofa, the bed and the recliner
she put in the balcony, anywhere in her apartment. For all that, she placed blankets in several place in
this apartment so she could reach them any time she wanted.
Anya was woken by the smell of food. She wondered if she was still in a dream because the smell was
rather familiar.
The servant had the key to her apartment since she sometimes couldn't able to make it before the
servant came to her place and cooked.
As far as she could see, the servant was really nice, not much of a talker but real helper. She was a
good and trustworthy cook.
When the streetlights flickered on and the smell of food filled the room, Anya knew that dinner was
ready by the servant. So she stretched herself and stood up.
But when she looked at the direction of the kitchen, she surprisingly found that it was not the servant.
Phil, bizarrely in her pink apron that didn't go with his quality at all, came out with a plate of food.
Anya was too shock to say things eloquently, "How, how come you are in my apartment?"
Contrary to Anya's astonishment, Phil was comparatively calm.
He put down the dish and elaborated, "The servant you hired is highly uncountable. I said that I am Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.
your friend and she let me in. What would happen if today it wasn't me, instead someone viciously
planning on something, coming to your apartment? You are at risk that she easily let people in."
His words sent shivers down her spine. What the servant did was quite dangerous, to let people come
into her place when she was in the sleep.
Noticing her frightening look, he added, "So I fired her and paid her some extra money."
Anya was speechless.
Glaring at the man next to the table, she opened her mouth and tried to saying something.
But she didn't know what to say. This man shamelessly broke into her apartment and unbelievably fired
her servant?
Did he realize how hard it was to find a nice servant who could cook in her home country's flavor and
the taste was not bad?
Although it was highly inappropriate for her to let others come into her apartment like today, she was
too naive to trust people like Phil.
But she wouldn't do that again after she seriously talked her out of that. Did he really have to fire her
servant?
Who was supposed to cook for her after the servant left?
Phil noticed her anger. He came up to her and smiled, "You don't have to worry about the meals. I will
cook for you since I fired your cook."
Now Phil could appreciate her demand of letting him learn to cook at that time. If it weren't for her, he
would have never known how to cook and never been this good in cooking. And he couldn't have used
this excuse to approach her.
As a matter of fact, the servant wasn't that unaccountable. She let him in only after he said that he was
Anya's ex-husband and also the father of the baby.
And he had a pleasant conversation with her. She willingly ended this job and took the money Phil gave
her when he expressed his wish to cook for her and took care of her.
At hearing this, Anya crossly pushed him away and said, "Get out of my apartment!"