My Ex, Please Love Me Again

Phil brought the feeding bottle over and asked gently, “You feed her, or I feed her?”

The baby needed to be held by adults when drinking milk, otherwise, it was easy to choke.

He had intended to feed the baby so that Anya would not get tired from holding the baby. But at the thought that Anya was eager to get close to the baby, he asked Anya’s opinion first.

Casting a glance at the girl on the bed and the feeding bottle in his hand, Anya hopelessly shook her head. “I’m afraid that I could not finish the task. Perhaps, you should do it.”

Anya felt frustrated when she could not look after her daughter.

Then as she stood up to make room for him, he frowned at her unhappy face and walked over to hold the baby in his arms and helped her drink milk.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Noticing he could perfectly feed the baby and make her sleep soundly, Anya felt much more depressed and wondered why she could do nothing when they met their daughter.

All the time, Anya was feeling depressed.

Anya stayed in the ward to look after the sleeping baby, while Phil went through various discharge procedures.

Then they left the hospital with their daughter.

On the way to the parking lot, Phil held the baby in his arms and cautiously put her in the car. Then he drove them to his house because he promised to look after their daughter in the future.

Anya who didn’t have a look at his new house in the morning was amazed to find his cozy home which was painted pink for the sake of the baby.

The new house was much more spacious than the previous one. Compared to her small apartment, Anya thought this house was a more pleasant place for the baby to live.

“Are you satisfied? He put the sleeping daughter gently into the bedroom crib and turned to ask Anya behind.

Anya looked away. “No comments. It’s not my home.”

He added, “Are you satisfied with the room I’ve made for our daughter?”

“Of course.” Anya snorted and left after putting down things in her hands.

The house was lavishly furnished, full of high-end furniture and appliances. It was his style.

“However, you have decorated the house so luxuriously. The landlord will be happy when you check out,” she said in a low voice, for fear that the baby would be woken up.

Anya didn’t know that he had bought the house.

Phil explained, “I bought it and decorated it for our comfortable living.”

Anya opened her mouth in shock and wondered why he bought a house when he just lived here temporarily.

But soon, Anya knew a rich man like Phil would buy any house he liked directly.

Phil noticed her expression change and added, “I just want to give the best to our daughter.” If it were not for Anya’s convenience to visit the baby, he would have bought a luxurious and spacious villa far away.

Anya’s attention was back to the baby.

At the thought of the sleeping baby, she compressed her lips and asked unnaturally, “Can I have a look at her?”

In fact, Anya should leave now after delivering the baby to Phil who would look after the baby in the future.

But Anya was reluctant to leave the baby whom she just hugged for a short time in the hospital.

Now, when really embracing the baby, Anya realized the reality was totally different from her imagined scenes during pregnancy in which she would kiss, hug, and stay with the baby all the time.

Now, it was Anya’s dream. It had been more than two months since her daughter came into the world, but she had held her daughter only once, for a few minutes.

Now that Anya broke up with Phil, she could not stay with her baby.

“Of course,” he replied directly, making Anya feel better.

After walking into the bedroom, Anya sat beside the baby, put her head on the rail of the crib, and wholeheartedly stared at the sleeping girl.

Thinking for a while, he forwent the intention of staying with them and silently closed the door to deal with stuff brought back from the hospital.

He finished the task and poured a cup of water for Anya.

But walking into the bedroom, he saw Anya wipe her tears.

Anya was slightly awkward and hurriedly wiped her tears because she didn’t want to shed tears or appear fragile in front of him.

But the baby’s face reminded Anya of how her daughter lived in the incubator for two months.

Instantly, heartache devoured Anya.

Her daughter was born two months early and had to stay in a hospital incubator for two months without her parents’ company.

Even though the baby was too little to have a sense of loneliness, the mother was heartbroken.

Deep in thought, Anya failed to fight back her tears.

Phil pretended not to see her tears and gave the water to her. “Here you are.”

“Thanks.” She took a sip.

Phil was heartbroken to see her red-rimmed eyes and teased in an undertone, “Are your tears endless?”

His words with good intentions failed to ease her sorrow but irritated her.