The Untouchable Ex-Wife



"If you live well, you won't let him down. He always put his interests first. If you live well, he'll think it's a profitable bargain for him. Given that he's a businessman, it concerns his reputation and abilities. You can't make him lose face. Don't you think so?" Renee went on.

"You're right! I got it."

After listening to Renee's persuasive long speech, Joanne nodded thoughtfully. At the same time, she became more determined to live well.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"I don't feel like surviving, but I'm willing to do that for Mr. Hunt's sake. I'll try my best to live well!

Renee walked around Joanne's room, and found new s'mores pops and other kinds of desserts and fruits. There were even some plush toys.

It was undeniably Quinton's doing. It was lousy, as if he was trying to coax a child, but it suited the kind of person he was.

Renee felt that Quinton merely had a vicious tongue. If he spoke less and did more, it would be beneficial for his relationship with Joanne. For example, he could do basic things such as cooking and buying presents for Joanne.

They probably couldn't make peace with each other, but at least they wouldn't try to kill each other or themselves every time they met.

"This chestnut cake looks nice..." Renee picked up a chestnut cake on the tea table and took a bite of it with a spoon. It tasted mildly sweet, better than the ones sold at many professional dessert shops.

"I heard from Margaret that your brother made this." She didn't resist Quinton so much that day, and even complained, "Now I know he can make dessert. I think he should stop selling antiques at Carmine Pawnshop and change it to Carmine Dessert Shop instead. Business would be very good."

"So you think he makes good desserts too?" Renee joked, glancing at Joanne. There was some cream on her lips. "I... I don't think so." Joanne noticed the change in her attitude toward Quinton, and felt embarrassed and vexed about it. She thought she had betrayed herself.

She gnashed her teeth.

"On the contrary, he's awful at it. He should open up a dessert shop to train instead."

"Mm, he's bad at it. But you almost ate it all. You left only a small piece. I don't have enough," Renee said teasingly.

She pursed her lips and kept on teasing Joanne.

"If you don't like it, I'll make him stop. Since he makes such bad desserts, it'll affect his image in your heart." "Stop teasing me!"

Joanne's face was icy. She looked out the window, filled with worry.

"I know you're trying to bring us together, but please stop. I'm already very forgiving to not bring him down with me. I'm staying here because you and Margaret are nice. This place feels like home."

"That's great! I hope you can put your grudges away and take this place as your home," Renee said eagerly. "This is your home. My brother cares about you. We care about you, too."

"Please stop trying to bring us together." Joanne turned around, looking serious. "If you keep doing this, I'll leave."

"Okay, I'll stop. I won't bring that up again!" Renee said timidly. She knew Joanne's temper well.

After a while, however, she failed to hold herself back.

"Can I ask you a question?"