The Return Of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife (Joanna)

Chapter 660 He was nothing more than a mere secretary, while Jennie had ascended to become the wealthiest woman of Greyport. There was no way she would ever be interested in him! After Jimmy's departure, Jennie slammed the table with a resounding thud, her beautiful face contorted with intense resentment.

For the past four months, she had thought that Bruce was trapped in a state of persistent vegetative existence. Despite her heartbreak and eagerness to remain by his side, she knew it was not her place to protect him.

She yearned to expunge him from her heart and erase all memories of him.

However... that was just the nature of humanity. The more one attempted to control their emotions, the more uncontrollable they became. It was like the poisoned apple in Eden; despite knowing its toxicity, the temptation to taste it could not be resisted.

“Bruce, Bruce... | truly despise you! How could such a tragedy occur if you were with me? What does she makes her worthy of your possess at love? What is so captivating about her that you adore her like this?...

Bruce, even if you were to become a fool, | would never let you go!” Jennie passionately cried.

Her eyes ablaze with fury while tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably.

The more unattainable someone seemed, the more fervently they were desired. Moreover, conceding defeat was never an option for someone as proud and arrogant as Jennie. She relished in overthinking and embracing the most challenging of situations.

In the dining room of the Sherane Bay Villa, the dining table was filled with various dishes as the family celebrated Bruce's discharge from the hospital.

It was rare for the whole family to gather for dinner, and the three little ones were incredibly excited, chattering away without a care, forgetting their usual mealtime silence.

“Wow, our whole family is finally eating together,” exclaimed one of the little ones excitedly.

The Return Of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife “Yes, it's been over half a year since we last had a meal together. | cannot even remember when that was. | hope our family can stay together forever,” another child cried.

Hearing the children’s joy mixed with concern, Joanna felt a tinge of bitterness in her heart.

She knew that her young children, who were only six and a half years old, needed their parents’ companionship the most at this tender age. Unfortunately, the children had never experienced a complete family. Maybe she should consider remarrying Bruce to give the kids a complete home and take better care of both Bruce and the children.

Bruce was all smiles, and he was even happier than the kids. “Let's eat,” he chirped, his speech slurred.

Irvin immediately began to fawn over his father, picking up a medium-rare steak for him. “Daddy, this is your favorite medium-rare wagyu beef,” he said.

Noticing that Lilia also eagerly served Bruce a piece of cheese-baked lobster, saying, “Daddy, have this big lobster!” Her eyes filled with excitement as she offered the delicacy to Bruce.

“Daddy, you should have some tonic, like this bowl of Cordyceps stewed duck soup...

Seeing this, Joanna quickly stopped the kids’ attempts to serve their father. “Kids, don’t serve this food to your father,” she gently reminded them.

“Huh? Why?” The three little ones asked as they looked at their mom in confusion.

They just wanted their dad to get well and be happy.

Joanna furrowed her brows slightly, “Daddy still has wounds to heal from, and he cannot eat seafood or beef. Beef and seafood can cause inflammation when consumed in excess,” she explained.

“Oh, okay, got it!” The children replied, nodding their heads in understanding.

“Come, have some beancurd and eggs,” Joanna said as she served Bruce some beancurd with fish roe and eggs with organic vegetables.

Bruce looked at the lobster and the steak he once loved in his bowl and shook his head repeatedly.

“Meat, | want to eat meat...” he insisted, showing a strong aversion to the suggested dishes.

Seeing him so picky about his food, Joanna had to coax him patiently, “You cannot eat those yet. You have more high-protein foods, be good and listen, okay?” Bruce shook his head like a rattle, showing a strong aversion to the beancurd and vegetables that Joanna offered. “No, no, | want this!” he insisted adamantly.

“Mommy, let Daddy eat a little bit. It should be fine,” one of the little ones pleaded.

“Yes, Daddy’s weak right now, so he should eat more nutritious food,” another chimed.

“Besides, Daddy used to hate eating beancurd and vegetables the most. He's been in the hospital for months without any meat.

He probably forgot what meat tastes like,” one of the little ones pleaded.

Joanna found this reasonable and replied, “Okay... but you can only have a little taste of it, do you understand?” “Sure,” Bruce exclaimed with joy, his eyes brightening as he quickly -picked up his fork, excited to indulge in the treat.

Joanna, however, had already taken his bowl. She expertly peeled the lobster and removed two-thirds of it. Next, she also cut a small portion of the steak for him and placed it in his bowl. “Here you go!” She said, offering him a balanced yet tempting meal.

Bruce glanced at his bowl and pouted, “I want more!” “No, you can’t have more! When your body fully recovers, you can eat whatever you want,” Joanna said firmly, sticking to her decision to prioritize his recovery.

She then turned to the chef nearby and instructed, “In the future, avoid cooking seafood and dishes with beef or lamb. Prepare lighter, high-protein meals.” The chef responded respectfully, “Understood. I'll take note of that.” “Come, have some eggs. They are easier to digest for your weak stomach,” Joanna suggested, knowing it suited his current condition.

Bruce still resisted, looking unwilling, and grumbled, “I want you to feed me!” “Alright,” Joanna replied as she smiled affectionately. Mixing the eggs with rice, she carefully spooned a portion to his lips.

Given his weak stomach after recovery, it was better for him to eat dishes like beancurd and eggs, which were easy to digest yet packed with nutrition comparable to sea cucumber and milk.

“Open wide!” she said with a playful smile.

Bruce obediently opened his mouth and ate bite by bite.

“Mmm, Mommy, | want Mommy to feed me too,” Irvin said with a mischievous smile, wanting the same attention.

“You're already this old and still want Mommy to feed you? If your classmates find out, they'll make fun of you!” Joanna teased playfully.

Irvin slyly smiled and confidently replied, “But Dad is even older than me! He wants Mommy to feed him, so why can't I?” Hearing this, Joanna could not help but sigh. She knew Irvin was looking for attention, but she did not have the energy to cater to every whim of her beloved children right now.

“Just eat your food!” Joanna gently reminded, shifting her attention back to Bruce.

“Exactly! Dad is sick now, so Mommy has to take care of him more!” one of the children said, showing concern for their father.

The eldest son, Davian, who had been silent, finally asked with concern, “Mommy, Dad would not be like this forever, right?” “Yeah, when will Dad recover to how he was before? I'm still waiting for him to teach me horseback riding, martial arts, and combat techniques!” Irvin added enthusiastically.

Joanna's expression darkened slightly at the children’s questions, uncertain of how to answer them.