The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Stefan had always had a great sense of propriety. Even if it was Seraphina, the person he trusted the most, he would feel uncomfortable when she touched his face or hair.

Naturally, he disliked those female nurses who took care of him.

“Is that so? Why do I feel you like my touch? Be good… There, there.” Her lips curved into a cheeky smile as she rubbed his hair and pinched his cheeks as if trying to provoke a sleeping beast.

She thought he would be outraged, but he just said calmly,” It’s very strange, but you’re the only exception.”

Renee was speechless.

“So… the person who takes care of me has to be you,” Stefan declared arrogantly.

Amazement dawned on her, and she couldn’t speak.

Are you

closer and closer to her, and she wondered if he remembered her. If not, why was she

anything?” Stefan asked in

Renee chuckled bitterly. “I’d rather you don’t remember me…

that she would not tell him the truth even if he did. He had to look for

and always wanted to look smart and tidy – he rarely allowed himself to become this unkempt. However, he had neither washed his face nor shaved his beard for the past few days, as if he was an artist who

suddenly

to admit it, but I did a lot of bad things and even challenged a martial arts studio. I also carried an AK-47 once. Some might call me manly, but I’ve never shaved

her. Although he could not see her, he could feel that she was