The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Chapter 268

Renee’s lips curled up, but her expression was cold. In a moment, her heart froze into ice.

She assumed that Stefan would never have to ask such a stupid question, but since he had actually blurted it out, it was clear that a vast chasm had opened up between them, forever separating them from each other, no matter if he believed it or not…

“I have nothing to explain,” replied Renee. “If you trust me, I don’t have to say a word, and you’d still trust me. But if you don’t believe me, it won’t matter even if I explain everything to you till my mouth gets dry. I could dig out my heart and show it to you, and you still won’t believe me.”

Renee forcefully yanked her hand from him. There was only calm diffidence on her flawless face. Then, as if not caring at all what Stefan thought of her, she added, “Do whatever you want. I’m leaving!”

Then she turned on her heels and left without having the slightest feeling left for the man, not giving a jot of what he thought of her. So what if he thought she was a vicious murderer? To him, she was bad enough in the first place, so why bother worrying about it?

Stefan stared at Renee walking away, seemingly carefree and unbothered. His brows were tightly knitted. He was inconsolably enraged, partly due to the fact that Cecilia nearly drowned, and partly from his frustration of losing control.

that he had no idea if Renee had really pushed Cecilia into the sea, what boiled his blood was Renee’s obtuseness, where she refused to explain herself. Her complete indifference towards him

descended below the sea on the horizon. Light was disappearing,

beach. Ruby was secretly delighted, knowing that her chance had

courage and slowly approached Stefan, gingerly asking him, “Do you have some time to spare, Mr. Hunt? There’s something that I need to

frigid, and he asked her in a displeased tone, “Do we know each

Chisholm was currently the hottest, most sought-after celebrity with a vast

Ruby, while gazing at Stefan with twinkling eyes, every little gesture of hers coquettish and flirty, “but I’ve been admiring you from afar for a long time. Perhaps you’re not aware that I will be working

“Oh, really?”

his eyes and studied the

flawless. She had perfect bone structures and looked like a purely natural beauty, not the kind that resulted from surgeries and botox. Her eyebrows were thin and delicate, her nose bridge was narrow and straight, and yet the most striking features on her face were her lips—shapely yet dainty like a cherry. They were slapped with the color of vermillion that one might see in old paintings, perfectly extrapolating the soft delicacy of a rose that was