The Return of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife by Zara Gibbon

Chapter 563

It was five o’clock in the afternoon.

Bruce could not concentrate at work because he was worried that Joanna would do something unpredictable again. Thus, as soon as it struck five, he left the office and headed home early.

Sherane Bay Villa.

“Good evening. Mr. Everett,” the servants greeted in unison.

He walked into the house with a gloomy expression.

Miranda was waiting in the living room. When he saw her, he asked with a long face, “Miranda, how is Joanna doing?” Miranda wore a mournful face as she replied sadly, “Joanna has been in the room and hasn’t come out yet!*

He frowned after hearing that. “She didn’t come out for the entire day

“That’s right!”

“Has she eaten anything?” His brows furrowed even more now.

He was very worried because when Joanna, a stubborn woman in his eyes, got angry, she would torment herself like crazy. Although he was mad at her, he had no intention to break ties with her completely.

He wished she were smarter, capable of coaxing him a little more. He also longed for her to show concern for his feelings and pledge to cut all ties with Jaydon, erasing his contact information.

By doing so, perhaps his anger would diminish, and a sense of tranquility could ultimately be restored.

After all, all married couples quarreled.

“I brought her some food, but she hasn’t eaten anything.”

Upon hearing that, he took off his suit blazer and headed toward the master bedroom on the second floor.

In the bedroom.

state of daze, with every joint in

and was exhausted to the point of collapse. She was drenched in

fluctuating temperatures, resulting

forcefully pushed open the

trembled in fear and quickly closed her eyes, pretending

wished he

wished she could

with a cold expression, then grabbed the corner of the blanket, yanking

was

and was accustomed to hurting people’s

her eyes closed,

and reached out to touch her forehead, feeling that

the doctor give you a shot to bring down the fever? Why

head away,

infuriated

he who was angry.

found it unbelievable that she dared

night was a punishment for you! If you anger me, I will punish with you harshly

weakly and angrily opened her eyes. “Bruce, you’re

jaw, giving a cold laugh. “Yes, I am a devil. It’s you who

With one last burst of strength, she struggled

face darkened as he ordered, “Get up anul cat. You haven’t had anything since last night. What? Are you trying to play the victim with me? I’m telling you, I

spoke, he slid his arm around her

over milk and oatmeal from

weakly glanced at him with her beautiful

mountains and rivers could change, one’s nature was

of a man like him-a

about you belongs to me, so your body belongs to me as well. If I tell you to eat,