The Return of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife by Zara Gibbon

Chapter 38

Ingrid took a seat on the Epean leather couch.

Across from her was a rosewood desk that spanned several meters long.

Bruce perched back in his desk chair. Behind him was a glass bookcase that extended to the whole

wall.

“Wow, what an opulent office!”

Ingrid couldn’t help herself from glancing around.

When she smiled, her cheeks puffed out on her face, which was pumped with hyaluronic acid.

Her plump lips were crimson red like blood.

Bruce glanced uncomfortably at Ingrid. He would be devastated.

He almost wanted to throw up at the pungent smell of Ingrid’s perfume.

Bruce looked grim. “Mrs. Haynes, is there anything I can help you with?”

“Oh, it’s nothing! I just came to see you,” Ingrid said with a flirty smile while staring at Bruce intently.

Bruce was really handsome.

It was like his angular features were carved by God.

have a stunning countenance, but his physique was

was literally oozing hormones

she would’ve

Ingrid’s intense stare and averted her gaze.

if there’s nothing else, I need to

know it’s important. to make money, but you should also value your health. Why don’t you join

low–cut top, and her bosoms were shown under the stretch of

I have a meeting

have your meals regularly. Take good care of yourself, especially since you are so busy these days.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

Roxy. Did you guys have

dumbfounded. “No…”

of relationship dilemma before. Roxy hasn’t been able to eat or sleep for two days. She has

“Well…

only a few years! How many six years can one have in a lifetime? You guys are not

Ingrid’s statement and didn’t know how to respond to

he and

Ingrid that his grandmother didn’t like Roxanne, which caused

saw him as a laughing stock. With that, Margaret objected even more to his marriage

You’ve failed her before. Roxy can’t stand the shock

Ingrid’s face changed instantly. She made

don’t worry.

you’re a gentleman with a good conscience. You will

“Yeah, I understand!”

heading

please escort Mrs. Haynes downstairs!”

this way,

and wriggled

staff couldn’t help but whisper to one–another, “My goodness! Is this Mr. Everett’s mother–in–law?”