Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart

Chapter 985: The Last Night

Phil threw himself to her when he answered to her. She could clearly smell the scent of wine between

his lips. She realized he was faking madness with being drunk.

"Phil, are you insane?" She scolded without reserve.

"I'm insane indeed!" Phil squeezed word by word, grabbing her tight, pinching her jaw with his long

fingers, which made her frown.

"I'm just unsatisfied that my beloved woman abandoned me despite my devotion to her for four years.

"Anyway, to have sex with her is one way to let her make up for all I've done for her."

Anya was too angry to say anything in front of him being so disgraceful.

And he pinched her jaw too hard. That really hurt.

"Phil, you're sure you want to spend the night with me?" She smiled and stared at him seductively. She

should push him away and call the police, but maybe she was incited by the pain he gave her, she

veered to laugh at him.

Her reaction reminded him that she was not going to say something nice.

"Why not? After all, you are good-looking, good-shaped, and good on bed. It couldn't hurt to have sex

with you, and dominance here is still unknown."

Anya, being quick-minded and eloquent, was what Phil knew about her.

Phil couldn't remember how many times he was pissed off by that kind of play of her these years.

Anya might think she could make him mad and go away himself.

But today she definitely had a bad judgement.

Phil was here to seek revenge no matter what she said or did to get to him.

What he just said reflected his mind to a bone — he really hated to be a good guy in front of her and

wanted some chemistry with her.

He wanted himself, especially this night, indelibly imprinted on her mind even though they got divorced.

So he bowed to kiss her hard as if he was punishing her for giving up on him or getting his attachment

to her out of his system.

Anya was indeed trying to piss him off when she said like that, only to find out that he literally did not

care and kissed her forcibly.

She was not in a good mood after drinking some beers, so she simply did not refuse his kiss and went

on. If he chose to lose his grace, there was no need for her to be an old fogey. It was not incorrect to

soothe her loneliness.

She did not shy away, and threw herself around his waist, bringing them closer and closer.

Her action made Phil more excited and they collapsed into a big bed with sex for a long time.

Somehow, they were not even a little tired or more precisely they did not want to admit defeat. They got

divorced now and were enemies to some extent. They did what they had to wear down each other.

Anya wasn't sleepy at all when the long night finally passed.

She had to catch the plane earlier the day so she just decided not to sleep while the man near her slept

very deeply judging from his breathe.

There were marks all over their body — Anya pinched him hard on his waist, belly, shoulder and back

while he bit her soft body without reserve. She was extremely angry when she took a shower in the

bathroom staring at the marks left on her.

Luckily this could be the last intimacy between them because she did not want anything intimate to do

with that mad man.

Even though it was still dark out there, she hurried to leave with her luggage because she couldn't fall

asleep and she did want to face Phil after he woke up.

But she put two hundred dollars on the cabinet out of rage before leaving and left a note with the pen

and paper of the hotel which read "Lawyer Phil was so lame last night. Two hundred is what I can give

you at best (maybe you are long past your prime).

Anya was never a good girl, so she managed to piss Phil off before her leaving. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

She felt a lot better after leaving the money and note there, dragging her suitcase and going away

without any hesitation.

Phil woke up early because he already set an alarm to drive her to the airport, but he did not reckon

that she was gone as he opened his eyes.

He knew it well than anybody that Anya couldn't afford to have violent sex with him although she was

younger than him. Every time they do it violently, she ended up with pains. Sometimes she seduced

him on purpose to delay his work by begging him to carry her to the bathroom.

She put more seductive tricks especially when she knew there was an important meeting for him.

He was just captivated — if he carried her to the bathroom and she cast her sexual glamour a little bit,

there would be another romance going on which inevitably led to his lateness and even the cancellation

of the meeting.

She wanted to ruin his reputation through this trick, making him indulge in sex.

But what she did not expect was that she also ruined her own reputation. Everyone in the company

knew Phil spoiled her and just refrained from calling her bitch.

So he just fell asleep after their sex, because he thought she couldn't wake up to catch the plane

before he called her for several times.

But all he could touch after waking up was the coldness of the bed, not her.

He opened his eyes all of a sudden and sat up, glancing over the whole room without a trace of her

existence. The suitcase sitting against the wall also disappeared.

Apparently, she'd gone.

Phil practically foamed at the mouth.

The thought of her running away from him like that was really unbearable.

Two red banknotes entered into his glimpse when he reached for his phone on the cabinet, and the

note.

He ground his teeth and tore the note to pieces as he finished reading. How could she complain that he

was old while she was the one begging him to do it gently and trembling on his shoulders?

He knew Anya did it on purpose to get to him, but he simply couldn't tolerate it. Any man would go

through the roof if he was underestimated on that matter, even more so for a man like him.

He was sensitive to their age difference which could not bear another oil on the fire.

He swore to God, throwing the pieces of her note to the rubbish bin, that he would make her have her

orgasm and could not get off bed and ask her whether or not he was too old to have sex.

He went to the bathroom with all of his anger and unhappiness.

He was angry that Anya made fun of his age. He was unhappy because he had to part with her in this

way. She needed three years at least to finish her study overseas, which was a torment for him

because he got used to seeing her every day.

It was like cutting some part of his heart.