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

collapse. She was drenched in so much sweat that she felt as if she had

temperatures, resulting in a persistent high

Bruce forcefully pushed open

returned. Instantly, she trembled in fear and quickly closed her eyes, pretending

wished he were dead.

could tear him

cold expression, then grabbed the corner of the blanket, yanking it open. “Stop playing dead and

was worried about

and

still kept her eyes

reached out to touch her forehead, feeling

give you a shot to bring down

her head away, paying no

infuriated

he who was

dared to give

what happened last night was a punishment for you! If you anger me,

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

I am a devil. It’s you who

touch me!” With one last burst of strength, she

darkened as he ordered, “Get up anul cat. You haven’t had anything since last night. What? Are

her neck and forcibly lifted her off the

oatmeal from

her beautiful

could change, one’s

of a man like him-a man born cruel and unpredictable.

body belongs to me as well. If I tell you