The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Chapter 102

When the two left the Beach City Courthouse, they went their separate ways as if they would never see each other again. Who knew they would meet again in just a few hours?

Without the marriage license restraining them, the way they looked at each other seemed to have changed slightly.

Old Mr. Hunt’s old eyes were filled with complicated emotions as his gaze traveled back and

forth between the two.

“You two. You just came back from a vacation together. Shouldn’t you be all lovey-dovey? Why did you come to visit me separately? Did you have a fight?”

“We’re…” Renee bit her lips, feeling torn. She was unsure if she should be honest or keep lying.

Things were different before they were officially divorced. Renee could forge a lie without feeling the slightest guilt. Besides, she was not trying to deceive him. However, her relationship with Stefan had changed so much that she found herself unable to pretend.

“We’re so in love. How could we ever fight?” Stefan said calmly and wrapped his arm around Renee’s shoulders. He behaved naturally and acted as though such intimacy had always been part of their daily routine.

Any outsider would immediately think that they were deeply in love!

with a fake smile and said, “Yes. How could

divorced!’ she thought

great.” Old Mr. Hunt nodded. Then, he turned to Stefan and asked him, “Tell me, Fan. Did

tried to answer first. However, Old Mr.

on the desk and was drawn to the bag of coffee beans. Then, he said with a straight face,

all, the best coffee beans in the world originated

was speechless hearing his answer. Now at a complete loss for words, she

same wavelength as Stefan. A pristine island like Semponia was what she’d consider a dream vacation spot,

Zambawi?!

were two completely unrelated places. Renee did

“Good one! Zambawi!”

was instantly gone, and in place was a hard and stern countenance. What a good grandson. You even lied with a straight face. You two must

to explain himself,

your knees!” Old Mr. Hunt yelled in a

in a raging storm, his grandfather, Sullivan Hunt’s

fought on the battlefield. Born

sorry, Grandpa. I shouldn’t have

he could