Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart

Chpater 1101 Never Think of Fooling Her

After seeing off Ezra's family and sending Anya home, Phil went directly to the company.

In the evening, Anya received a phone call from Gaven. He said on the phone, "Miss Willigen, Mr.

Henderson may be too tired these days. He fell asleep in the office after a meeting in the afternoon. It's

too late now, and the company building is going to be closed. I'm thinking that maybe you can call him."

Anya was quite confused, "Why don't you just wake him up?"

Gaven felt somewhat embarrassed, "But I dare not. I am afraid that he will scold me."

Anya was speechless.

Gaven asked, "Can you call him up? He certainly won't be angry with you."

Anya retorted, "Come on, seriously? He is much more horrible to me. "

Gaven wailed, "Miss Willigen, you must be kidding. You are like treasure to him.”

Gaven thought, 'She hasn't seen what Phil is like at work. He's like a real monster when he gets mad.'

Gaven was not a new assistant to Phil. He had been working for Phil since they were in Riverside City,

and he had witnessed with his own eyes how Phil doted on Anya. So, at this moment, he did not

believe her words.

"Please, Miss Willigen. The conditions in our office are no better than those in Riverside City. He's been

through a tiring trip. It will be terrible if he catches a cold and gets sick." Gaven asked sincerely, and

Anya had no choice but to agree.

She then called Phil, and it took a while for him to pick up. He seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Before Anya could say anything, he said apologetically, "I'm sorry I fell asleep. I'll go back to cook right

away."

Anya was slightly taken aback.

Was it necessary for him to be so dutiful?

She wouldn't starve to death even though he didn't cook.

Besides, she was not a capricious woman who had to wait for him to come back and cook after he was

exhausted from finishing his work.

"That's not what I meant." Anya explained, "I made a pizza and chicken wings for dinner. Gaven said

you were still asleep and he let me call you."

"After all, it's not comfortable to rest in the office. He's afraid you'll catch a cold."

Hearing Anya blame everything on Gaven, Phil cracked a big smile, "Thank you. I'll be right back."

Anya was about to hang up the phone when the man suddenly asked in an undertone, "Can I have the

pizza?"

"I can't eat such a big pizza by myself." With that, Anya hung up. He had been cooking for her. She

was not a thankless woman for sure.

Besides, if she didn't want him to come and eat with her, she wouldn't have made chicken wings. One

pizza was enough for her.

Phil raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He then got up and took the car keys, leaving the office

happily.

Gaven was waiting outside. Seeing him come out, he smiled and said, "Sir, are you ready to go?"

"Well done." Phil appreciated Gaven for his quick wit.

Gaven raised a bright smile. He thought he found the key to making Phil happy. That was Anya. Of

course, he couldn't be so opportunistic. The best way for him to win Phil's favor was to work hard. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

When Phil arrived at Anya's apartment, Anya saw another large paper bag in his hand, which

contained some of his clothes and supplies.

Anya was annoyed, "You wanna live in my house?"

The man whispered, "I'm just really worried about you, or you can move to my place. There are two

bedrooms. In that way, we won't disturb each other, and it is very spacious."

"No." Anya absolutely refused.

"And, after dinner, you go back to your own place and take all your things with you."

A few days ago, he was worried that Cara would harm her, so she allowed him to live here. Later,

misfortunes occurred to Cara and Trevon. She sympathized with him and felt sorry for him, so she kept

him for a few more days.

But now that everything was on the right track, she could no longer allow him to stay.

Of course, they wouldn't share a bed, so he could only continue to sleep on the sofa, but her small sofa

didn't fit his height, and he would feel uncomfortable sleeping on it.

He was already very busy and tired from work, and it was not a long-term solution for him to sleep on

the sofa every day.

To sum up, he must move out.

Sensing her resolute attitude, Phil began to sadfish, "Any, are you really so cruel?"

Anya snorted, "What do you mean by saying I am cruel? We shouldn't have lived together in the first

place. I knew you were in a bad mood, so I let you stay here. I'm already very kind, okay? "

Anya was sharp-tongued, so Phil had to use a delaying tactic, "Let's eat first. I'm hungry."

Anya took a glance at him. She knew very clearly what that cunning man was thinking. His delaying

tactic was of no use to her. He had to leave after dinner.

Anya brought out her baked pizza and chicken wings. She was a little embarrassed, "It doesn't look

good, but it tastes not bad."

This was the second time she had baked pizza herself since she came to Ustistan.

The first time was when she wanted to improve her cooking skills on a whim. She struggled to make a

pizza according to the online video. It took her a long time. It tasted good but looked bad.

The pizza this time was much more good-looking and delicious than last time. She tasted a small piece

in advance, otherwise, she would not have invited Phil.

Phil showed his great support, "Whatever you made is delicious."

Anya stared at him, "OK, fine, next time I will put some poison in it. You can tell me if it's delicious

then."

He replied without thinking, "I won't change my words."

Anya had goosebumps all over, "Just eat."

She was desperate to shut him up.

After the two sat down, Anya was about to enjoy dinner when the man opposite suddenly asked, "Do

you have any wine here?"

Anya frowned at him. Seeing her expression, Phil quickly smiled and explained, "It's rare for you to

cook. We need to enjoy it with some wine."

Anya was annoyed by him and said angrily, "Phil, are you done? You are being so fussy."

That was too much. She just cooked a meal and he became like that.

The man looked innocent, "Why? I'm happy. I just wanna drink some wine."

"Last time you made me a bowl of noodles. If it wasn't for my fever, I would like to drink some wine to

celebrate."

Anya rolled her eyes hard, and then refused firmly, "No."

She did have red wine at home, but she would never give it to him. What if he became too drunk to go

back and stay in her house later?

Just because he was a few years older, he played tricks on her every day. She was done with it.

Besides, she was not a no-brainer who could be easily fooled.