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

was drenched in so much sweat

fluctuating temperatures, resulting in

Bruce forcefully pushed open

knew he had returned. Instantly, she trembled in fear and quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

wished he were dead.

also wished she could tear

a cold expression, then grabbed the corner of

was worried about her.

he had a sharp tongue and was accustomed to hurting people’s

eyes closed,

and reached out to touch her forehead, feeling that

shot to bring down the

her head away,

infuriated him

was he who

she dared to give him

was a punishment for you! If you

eyes. “Bruce, you’re

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

With one last burst of strength, she

anything since last night. What? Are you trying to play the victim with me?

her neck and forcibly lifted her off the bed.

he brought over milk and oatmeal from the

weakly glanced at him with her beautiful eyes, which

mountains and rivers could change, one’s nature was hard to

of a man like

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