The Untouchable Ex-Wife



"What she likes best..." Quinton frowned and tried to recall it. "The thing she used to love the most was... nice food.

"What?" Renee's eyes grew wide in surprise. Joanne was such a sensitive, timid, and world-weary person now... but maybe she used to be passionate and lively back then.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"When she was young, she loved eating and was chubby. Her favorite food was s'mores pops, Quinton recalled slowly, unable to hide the smile on his face. "My foster mother doted on her back then, and she would sometimes bring Joanne to the market to buy Joanne her favorite s'mores pops. Joanne would always enjoy them, and she'd stuff her mouth full of them. Even though it was her favourite food, she would always keep some for me in her clothes. When she came home, all of them would have melted..." Quinton recalled how Joanne would drag him to a corner every time she came home from the market, then dig in her clothes, telling him she would give him the most wonderful thing in the world. However, the s'mores pops would have melted and stained her clothes by then, and she would cry loudly. She looked adorable, and he'd always feel bad for her.

"How sweet!" Renee's heart warmed as she pictured it. "Joanne was a perfect sister, and I'm grateful she was there for you when I couldn't be. I'm also very jealous of your relationship with her." Renee found it a pity that they had ended up in such a fierce conflict with each other.

"That was the past. It's no use talking about that now." Quinton stopped smiling and waved dismissively, forcing himself not to dwell on the past. Reality, on the other hand, was cruel and merciless.

"But you can't get rid of what happened in the past...". An idea dawned on Renee, and she suggested to Quinton excitedly. "Why don't you make s'mores pops for Joanne? Maybe she'll understand your true feelings when she sees those s'mores pops, and she'll slowly start to forgive you."

"No way!" Quinton frowned. "No man would do such a girlish thing."

"You think you can't because you're a man... but you're not against the idea, are you?" Renee tried to suppress her amused smile. She wondered if men always said things they didn't mean. He said he was reluctant, but he actually wanted to try it. It looked like Quinton did care about Joanne and wanted to make it up to her, but he was too embarrassed to say so and had no idea how to do it. Renee felt that she should help him as his sister. "It's fine, you don't have to do much. Just stay beside me and hand me the ingredients. It won't affect your image as a man." Renee patiently tried to persuade him, talking to him like he was a child.

"No way!" Quinton raised his chin stubbornly and refused her. He was the infamous Night Demon-why should he cook to please a woman who had betrayed him? It would be very embarrassing. If word got out about it, his reputation in Carmine Pawnshop would suffer, and people in his circle would laugh at him. He felt he could never do such a thing.