The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Renee inevitably became nervous under his powerful and intense gaze. With a tinge of anticipation, she tried to sound him out and said, “Why do you think I treat you in a so-so manner?”

She did not know if he had regained his memories or purposely playing dumb here.

If that was true, his acting skills could have won him an Oscar. How perfect and exceptional!

“The only reason why a woman is willing to sacrifice unconditionally for a man is because she loves him too much. So, can I guess that you treat me in a special manner because you love him very much?”

Instead of beating around the bush, Stefan raised the question that had been troubling him for nearly half a year.

It was because the experience he had at Greenwood Sanatorium was indeed very unique. Even if he was slow, he could feel how deeply Renee cared about him.

Holding that kind of doubt, he returned to the sanatorium again afterward. It was also at that time he learned that she used her blood as an ingredient for his medicine. He became aware of her deep love for him.

However, he could not figure out the reason why she left without saying anything since she cared so much about him.

“Do I love you too much?”

Florence Nightingale? I like to help people. What’s more, I don’t want to make it public even if I do anything good. It’s simply

be all smiles here. There are many ways to be nice to people. What other reason could it be if you risk your life for someone else

and claim that others love you? Have you ever thought of another possibility? If

Renee attempted to avoid his gaze, but

to the bottom of it, she could only show him the disgusting past. She would make him see how wicked humans were and how cruel the reality

changed a bit before he asked coldly, “Which of your sins do you want to

blind? How did you fall

“I…”

complete picture. Quietly, he said, “I heard from my mother that I turned blind because I was plotted against by my enemies. I did lose a part of my memory. Could it be that this part of memory is

hugged his head with both hands and tried his best to recall something. But there seemed to be a thin thread in his brain, tying down that part of memory that he had lost. Whenever he tried to recall it, intense pain would shock his

if you can’t recall. That’s not a beautiful memory, and I’m not

carried an air of unmistakable

forget all about her or hated her

was because she knew more than anyone else how

to suffer through