The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Chapter 31

“Or what?” Renee turned around, staring at the man’s hand around her wrist, her expression as calm as still water. “Would you like to return the favor, Mr. Hunt?”

Stefan was silent as he stared at her coldly. His deep gaze held a million unspoken words.

Renee boldly stepped forward, and her face was now inches away from his. Her lips curved into a smirk, and she whispered mockingly, “Mr. Hunt is famous for holding grudges, so why pretend? If you’re upset, just get even and slap me.”

Naturally, Stefan didn’t lift a finger. Instead, he looked at the people around them, silently commanding

them to leave.

Soon, they were the only two left in the large restaurant.

Stefan let go of her, and exhaled deeply. “I never wanted to use you…. I may have been lying when I said I loved you, but I truly am sorry for hurting you.”

The light of the chandelier accentuated the man’s beautiful features, making him look like some kind of ethereal being. He was so near, yet so far.

Renee froze, her eyes wide in disbelief. She hadn’t expected the insufferably prideful

let

mask. “I don’t know if you’ve realized, but H Group was gravely affected by your little livestream prank. Since you’re the one who did it, you need

your name! What else do you want

a worse light and

to pretend like we’re together in public,” Stefan explained. He’d even started meddling in

best that you don’t get too close with that Osborne fellow. It’d be bad for our reputation. Instead, you may continue using your title as ‘Mrs. Hunt’ anywhere you’d like, and

his head somewhere? Who does he think he is? Who gave him the right to control my

Renee sneered. “Our divorce will be finalized soon, and when that happens, we will no longer have any connection to each other. What makes you think you have any control over my life? Are you

ex-wife to protect your precious image. Have you no shame? Do you think the world revolves around you? Also, how could

Renee felt so irritated with the man. All she wanted to

a heart transplant in two days,” Stefan said slowly, his eyes still fixed on

away from the man

old Mr. Hunt was the nicest to her, as he had always treated her like she was his granddaughter. There was no doubt that he’d be horrified if he were to

by guilt for the rest of her life if anything were to