The Untouchable Ex Wife by Mizuki Sei

Chapter 175

Stefan didn’t reply to Renee’s question but proceeded to survey the villa.

“The layout doesn’t work. The hall is too cramped, the dome looks awful, and the staircase is too steep. It needs a complete renovation. The decorations are so ancient they look like leftovers from the Republican era. The carvings on the pillars at the entrance aren’t exquisite enough, either. It’s best you knock it down and start from scratch.”

Stefan continued to nitpick on everything about the villa in an arrogant tone, and Renee was thoroughly confused.

Was there something wrong with this man? He still thought of himself as her husband, did he?!

“Do you have that much free time on your hands, Stefan? Did you get a degree in interior design when I wasn’t looking? You don’t need to point out anything about my house!”

Stefan was currently standing in the middle of the living room, staring hard at the landscape painting hanging on the wall and ignoring Renee’s moody words.

“This is a nice painting. It’s the famous painting of a young shepherd boy singing a song in the evening, isn’t it? If this were authentic, it would be very valuable.”

Renee was surprised at how perceptive Stefan’s eyes were when it came to art. She thought he was a businessman through and through and never expected that he’d be knowledgeable in literature and arts.

of that, the painting. Evening Song of the Shepherd Boy, was never taken even though the home had been ransacked many times. It was also her father’s favorite painting,

He was like a silent, unmoving mountain. She

out of her mind!

time she saw Stefan in person, and he was nowhere as cold–blooded or

heroic rescue and how he looked at Renee, it seemed this man was not as apathetic as

a misunderstanding led to their divorce…‘ Margaret thought as she watched the two.

you’re done, you should leave!” Renee said rudely, trying to

was certain he didn’t have any

away as

is a guest, and he just saved us. We should at

stay for

turned to Stefan and said, “Mr. Hunt, it’s afternoon now, so why don’t you stay for lunch? What do you usually eat? I can make almost any

turned and observed Margaret for a few moments. After a while, he seemed satisfied and started to make uninhibited orders. “I like seafood. Do you know

fist as Stefan