The Untouchable Ex-Wife



When Francine suddenly left, Stefan felt ridiculous and awkward.

He looked at Renee awkwardly, and explained, "You know my mother. She always speaks nastily, and doesn't watch her tongue. It gets worse now that she's older. Don't take it to heart."

"Don't worry. I've heard things worse than that from her and I was fine with it. Plus, I think she's reasonable."

"Where?" Stefan curiously whispered a question.

"The thing between men and women." Renee nodded in agreement. "It doesn't sound nice, sure, but it's full of simple knowledge.

Stefan was speechless. "You two are insane. You should stop spending time with her."

Francine's madness knew no limit. If Renee spent a long time with Francine, Francine's bad habits would rub off on her.

Renee couldn't stop herself from asking, "Anyway, what am I doing here?"

She remembered leaving the restaurant first, but she was dizzy since she was drunk. She had no idea where she had gone to.

Later, she remembered accidentally walking into a forest and saw many mushrooms. She found the prettiest mushroom and wanted to pick it, but she had no idea what happened in the end.

However, crazy Stefan brought her to Hunt Manor.

Renee wondered if Stefan wanted to complicate their relationship and make it more melodramatic.

"You were quite drunk last night, and I didn't know where I should take you to...". Stefan explained arrogantly, 'It'd be hard to explain if I brought you to a hotel. If I drove you back to Everheart Manor, your brother and I would fight. If I go back to our old villa...NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

At that point, Stefan paused and looked solemn. His expression was unreadable.

"What would happen if we went to our old villa?" Renee couldn't understand him. "If you wanted to avoid trouble, you should drive me back there in secret. Isn't that safer?"

The old villa was registered under her name, so it was no different from returning to her home. It would seem more logical than driving her to a hotel, Everheart Manor, or Hunt Manor.

After some hesitation, Stefan told the truth. "Because... I was scared."

"Scared?" Renee got more confused. "Isn't that villa nice? People are guarding it. Are there any ghosts? Was that why you were scared?"

"I wasn't afraid of ghosts."

A long sigh escaped Stefan.

Then, he whispered, "I was afraid of recalling the past and my feelings."