The Return of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife

It was five o’clock in the afternoon.

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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.

brought her some food,

suit blazer and headed toward the master

In the bedroom.

state of daze, with every joint in

to the point of collapse. She was drenched in so much

fluctuating temperatures, resulting in a persistent

pushed

in fear and quickly closed her

wished he

also wished she

grabbed the corner of the blanket, yanking

down, he was worried

had a sharp tongue and was accustomed to hurting

kept her eyes

to touch her forehead, feeling that it was

shot to bring down the fever? Why is

slightly turned her head away, paying no attention

infuriated him

it was he who was

she dared to

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

angrily opened her eyes. “Bruce,

laugh. “Yes, I am a

touch me!” With one last burst of

cat. You haven’t had anything since last night. What? Are you trying to play the victim with

he spoke, he slid his arm around her neck and

and oatmeal from the table.

at him with her beautiful eyes, which were

could change, one’s nature was

of a man like him-a man born

so your body belongs to me as well. If I tell