The Return of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife by Zara Gibbon

Chapter 203

Bruce carefully treated her wound and carefully bandaged it.

“Don’t touch the water. Remember to change your dressing every day!”

Joanna did not reply. Her thoughts were brought back to four years ago.

Everything here was still the same. Even the half–used skincare products on the dressing table were still in their original positions.

Everything seemed like it had happened yesterday.

Seeing that Joanna was silent, Bruce added in a muffled voice, “I’m talking to you. Do you hear me?”

Joanna held her breath. “I hear you!”

“Alright! Rest early!” Bruce reached out and touched the top of her head.

This action was like petting his beloved pet.

He doted on her but was also as high and mighty as a master.

Joanna was a little disgusted. She slapped his hand away with a cold expression. “You asked me to come over just to bandage my wound?”

Bruce’s lips curled into a cold sneer. “What else can I do?”

“Of course! If you want to do something else, I can accompany you!” After saying that, Bruce stepped forward and reached. out to hook her chin!

“You’re crazy!” Joanna tilted her head to the side and stood up!

“What are you doing now?”

has been bandaged, I should

leave

what exactly do you want?”

also a little impatient. “Don’t keep asking me what I want to do! I’ve told you before. I just want to

she looked at Bruce

understand what this damn

It’s not a good living environment for you and Lilia to

to stay here! It’s safer.”

luxurious as the Everett mansion or Sherane Bay Villa, it was still one

had too many memories of their previous wedding

the past, Bruce did not want to remember these things. After all, those memories were not very

he suddenly felt that those memories were beautiful.

at Bruce in disbelief. “Did

comfortable environment. I can’t let my daughter live in a house like that.

Joanna sneered and

too many painful memories for

move back here for

are you

Everett, I’m very grateful for

want anyone to arrange it for me!” Joanna’s

of the swamp, so how could she jump in so

affectionate he pretended to be, he was still a hunter who wanted to

I really can’t read your mind. Why do you insist on asking for trouble… As Bruce spoke, a trace of

can’t guess, don’t guess. I only hope that

court next week! No matter what, I won’t give up

don’t have to play these

this, his

had done so much. In her eyes, he was just

talk so much nonsense with you! Think