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.

daze, with every

night, she kept breaking into cold sweats and was exhausted to the point of collapse. She was drenched in so much sweat that she felt as if she had been pulled

resulting

Bruce forcefully pushed

he had returned. Instantly, she trembled in fear and quickly

wished he were dead.

wished she could tear

bedside with a cold expression, then grabbed the corner of the blanket, yanking it open. “Stop playing dead and get up!”

was worried about her.

sharp tongue and was accustomed to hurting people’s feelings.

her eyes closed, ignoring

out to touch her forehead, feeling that it was even hotter than

down the

her head away,

instantly infuriated

was he who was angry.

dared to give

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

weakly and angrily opened her eyes. “Bruce, you’re no human, you’re

a devil. It’s you

last burst of strength, she

“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

around her neck and

over milk and oatmeal from the table. “Eat up!”

at him with her beautiful eyes, which were filled

rivers could change, one’s nature was hard

was truly afraid of a man like him-a man born

me, so your body belongs