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.

a state of daze, with every joint in her body throbbing in

breaking into cold sweats and was exhausted to the point of collapse. She was drenched

fluctuating temperatures, resulting in a

pushed open the

trembled in fear and quickly closed her eyes,

he

she could tear him

the corner of

was

he had a sharp tongue and was

eyes

approached and reached out to touch her forehead, feeling

you a shot to bring down the fever? Why is your temperature

slightly turned her head away, paying no attention

instantly infuriated him again.

it was he

dared to

a punishment for you! If you anger me,

eyes. “Bruce, you’re no

gripped her jaw, giving a cold laugh. “Yes, I am a devil. It’s you who turned me into a devil! It’s

With one last burst of strength, she struggled

last night. What? Are you trying to play the victim with me? I’m telling

his arm around her neck and forcibly lifted her off the bed.

he brought over milk and oatmeal from the table.

her beautiful eyes, which

and rivers could change, one’s nature was

afraid of a man like him-a man

contract period, everything about you belongs to me, so your body belongs to me as well. If