There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

Since she had been taking care of herself for a few months, she could make some simple dishes though she was not quite good
at cooking. Cooking noodles was very easy for her. And she was even able to make it both delicious and good-looking.
In fact, she was a woman who looked for a high quality of life. This was what Lorie had taught her since her childhood. She did
not know how to do lots of things before, not because she didn’t want to do them, but because Phil did not give her any
opportunity to do these chores.
During this time she gradually adapted herself to the kitchen things and learned to cook a bowl of noodles deliciously.
While waiting for the water to boil, Anya took a look at Phil's refrigerator. She took out broccoli, cut it and blanched it, and then
made stir-fry broccoli with garlic.
Anyway, Phil had an upset stomach now, so it was good for him to eat lightly. If he wanted to eat some complicated meat dishes,
she wouldn't be able to make it.
So when Phil sat down at the table, he saw such a pleasing picture. Although it was the simplest and lightest meal, for him it was
the most delicious meal of his life.
Before eating, he had already felt happy and thought it must be very delicious. Since it was cooked by his beloved girl, he hated
to eat it.
And Anya, who was sitting opposite him, saw him staring at the noodles on the table without any reaction, and got slightly
embarrassed. For someone like Phil, who was used to eating delicacies, he should have no appetite for such simple food.
And his cooking skills were so good. Every time he cooked for her, he always made a full meal.
After seconds of embarrassment she said bluntly to Phil, "If it is not your liking, ask Gaven to bring you food."
He was ill after all. It was not good to force him to eat food that he didn’t like. That would be so inhumane.
"How could it not?" Phil suddenly looked up and denied her words in excitement, which startled Anya.
"I just...I can't bear to eat them!" Phil seriously stressed, "This is the first time you made me food. I have to take a picture to
commemorate it."
Anya's embarrassment turned into shyness, especially when she saw that he was really about to take out his phone to take
pictures. She hurriedly stopped him.

"Can you stop being so tacky?" Anya's tone was full of disgust.
If he really took picture of the food and posted it online, it would really embarrass her.
Others would definitely be speechless, thinking if this badly-cooked thing was worth showing off.
And his friends were all some big shots. If Phil did that, Anya herself would become an embarrassment. So she needed to stop
Phil from taking the picture.
Seeing that Anya was really annoyed, Phil hurriedly put away his cell phone and coaxed her, "Fine. I won't take that picture. I
know you care for me. That's enough."
Anya was speechless.
‘What does he mean?’ She thought.
She cooked the meal not because she cared for him.
She merely pitied him, and did not want to see that Phil, the baby’s father, died before the child was born.
Phil finally stopped, and the two ate quietly face to face.
"Isn't it cold with the collar that wide?" Anya was being sarcastic casually.
When that young girl was here just now, he wrapped himself up like a dumpling. Now his clothes were in disarray. She could tell
that he was deliberately doing that.
Phil smiled elegantly, "I have a terrible fever. I’m burning."
Anya asked, "Aren't people supposed to feel colder when having a fever?"
It was not like she had never had a fever before. When she had a fever, she felt so cold that she kept shivering and wanted to
cover her body with several quilts to get warm. But he said he felt hot.
"Each person's physical condition is dissimilar. I will get hot when having a fever." Phil lied brazenly, just refusing to admit that he
deliberately pulled the collar so wide to entice her.
Anya was tired of talking to him, and only lowered her head to eat.

The taste buds on the tip of the tongue were flattered. Phil was surprised that Anya's simple noodles would be so delicious,
which made him a little impressed with the little girl.
He used to consider her as a little girl, and whenever he mentioned her to others, he always liked to call her “my girl”, and
subconsciously felt that she was still young.
He hadn't seen her for several months since their divorce. When they met again, he found that she had changed a lot.
Perhaps she had not changed too much, but he had not properly and deeply understood her before.
During the meal, many thoughts crossed Phil’s mind.
In the past, his desire to control her was so strong that she seemed to lose herself.
After finishing the meal, Anya got up to leave without stopping for a moment, while kindly reminding Phil, "You’ve had dinner.
You'd better take the fever-reducing medicine again later. I don't want the child to be born without a father."
Phil didn’t know what to say but thought, ‘I know you care about me. Why do you have to say cruel words?’
He stopped Anya, "It's late. I'll ask Gaven to send you back."
Anya thought it was unnecessary, "No, I can go back by myself. It’s quite close, isn't it?"
Phil insisted, "I don’t think the security here is reliable. Wait a moment, I'll ask Gaven to come over."
If it wasn't for the fact that he was unwell, he would send her home himself, but of course, it would have been better if she could
stay.
Phil insisted on that, so Anya had no choice but to sit down.
Phil explained to Anya after calling Gaven, "He lives around here. He'll be over soon."
"Stay here. I'm going to take a shower."
Anya glanced at him speechlessly. Since they had been divorced, she was only a guest in his house now. The guest was still
here, but he said he was going to take a shower. It was so disrespectful of him.
Phil explained with an innocent look, "I got sweaty when eating noodles. I feel so uncomfortable now."

Anya ignored him and looked down at her phone.
Phil really went to take a shower, and Anya listened to the sound of the water running in the bathroom, only feeling extremely
embarrassed and weirdly hot.
She swore she would never come to his home again. She was so annoyed.
When Phil came out of the shower, Gaven also arrived.
As soon as Gaven entered, he saw Phil, who opened the door, looked like he had just finished bathing, his forehead throbbing.
‘Did Mr. Henderson have sex with Miss Willigen?”
‘If that’s the case, why does Mr. Henderson bother me to send Miss Willigen home? He could ask Miss Willigen to stay the night
with him.’ Gaven thought.
Within a while, Gaven had thought lots of obscene things. Anya came out from behind and saw Gaven's expression. She was
suddenly embarrassed and even didn’t say goodbye to Phil, pushing Gaven away and leaving.
The boss and the subordinate were both thinking of dirty things. Indeed, “like boss, like subordinate”.
"Send her back!" Phil kicked his assistant and ordered him peevishly.
Gaven immediately turned around and left, thinking how he should deal with the awkward situation where he had to be alone
with his boss' former wife in the car.