The Untouchable Ex-Wife



On the contrary, they behaved like they had survived a thunderstorm and were terribly injured. They had lost their previous enthusiasm and hope for the future.

"Mushroom, stop moving! You won't look nice if I don't pick you properly," Renee instructed seriously as she squatted down. Then, she faced him. "Don't be scared. I'll pick you now."

After that, she held Stefan's face and started twisting it to left and right.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

"Stop!" Stefan held her wrists. "If you keep doing this, you'll break my neck!"

"No, I won't stop! You didn't listen to me! I'm going to slap you!" While talking, Renee slapped him twice. Although it wasn't hard, it was quite humiliating.

"Renee, you did it on purpose, didn't you?" Stefan's face was icy, and he pulled her into his arms. "You're actually sober, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am! I'm a girl who's picking mushrooms. I must pick you and take you home, you big mushroom." Renee grinned, struggling to continue what she was doing.

"I think it's better if I pick you and take you home instead," Stefan commented, and he carried her in his arms. "Hey, mushroom! What are you doing? You're getting rebellious! I'm picking you, not the other way around! Put me

down now!'

At some point, Renee found herself in Stefan's arms. Without a stable ground supporting her, she became dizzier. She started kicking and flailing, and even lost her high heels.

"Hush, girl. If not, people might get the wrong idea and think I'm trying to do something bad to you!" Stefan carried her, and descended the stairs. His voice echoed in the corridors.

"Right, I'll keep quiet," Renee said; she seemed to have realized something.

"You're so superior, mushroom. You'll come home with me without me picking you. I need to be quiet, or you'll run away." Then, she put her arms around his neck and said seriously, "Now I've got you! Be good. Don't run away. I'll get a chicken later and cook you with the chicken. I'm sure you'll smell very good!'

"Okay, I'll be good. You have to be good, too. Just hold me tight, or I'll run away." Stefan echoed her, holding back his laughter.

"Mm, I must hold you tight."

While talking, Renee exerted herself and tightened her hold over Stefan. She buried her face around his neck, and smelled his light grassy scent. It was reminiscent of incense that aided sleep. At some point, she dozed off into a sound sleep.

Stefan carried Renee out of the restaurant. After a long hesitation, he hailed a cab and decided to get her back to Hunt Manor instead of the villa they had lived. He feared of losing control of himself the moment he recalled the past. Who knows, he might get into an ambiguous relationship with her again.

Stefan wanted to avoid anything that shouldn't happen.

After all, his parents and grandfather were present. They were concerned about Renee, and would watch over her well. They would never allow him to act recklessly.

As for the Hunts, it was already dinnertime.

Timothy, Alexander, and Francine were sitting at the dining table. They kept an icy expression, looking downcast.

"It's really dull. After so many years, this table is still so cheerless. I don't have anything to look forward to," Timothy commented with a sigh.