The Untouchable Ex Wife by Mizuki Sei

Chapter 287
Fortunately, the painting was hung at a high spot and had not been burned yet. Stefan used the fire extinguisher to put out the
fire around it and took it down.
However, the so-called “map” Renee mentioned was in the bedroom upstairs, so getting it would be quite dangerous...
"Get back here, Stefan! Don’t be crazy! Hurry up and get back here! 11
Renee was shouting so hard her voice had gone hoarse.
She could not sit still any longer. She was prepared to rush into the fire too.
But right then, she saw Stefan charging out of the fire while protecting her father's favorite painting.
His handsome face was also blackened by smoke like Renee's. He was a mess. There were various burn marks on his hands,
and his clothes had holes burnt into them.
He looked up at Renee and carefully took the painting out of his arms. “Sorry, I tried my best, but I couldn't find the map you were
talking about."
Looking at his rugged but sincere appearance, Renee's tears dropped down like rain. She did not even know what to say.
"You idiot, what if you burned to death... If you die, I won't be able to live anymore, do you realize that?"
She did not care anymore. She put her arms around the man's neck and hugged him tight, unwilling to let go, as if she had
regained a treasure she lost.
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Stefan's tall body froze with the painting in his hand. He did not dare to move.
A moment ago, he felt like his whole body was burning because of how hot it was in the house, but right now, he was numb from
head to toe, almost like he had just been shocked by electricity.
From what he could remember, this was the first time Renee had given him such a heartfelt embrace.
Previously, although he could feel her intense love for him, she was always timid and kept a distance from him.

But now, her love was so passionate that it seemed to burn as fiercely as the fire behind them.
"Alright, stop crying. There's no way I, Stefan Hunt, would die so easily. Neither water nor fire could kill me. You were getting
worried over nothing."
Stefan, out of character, patiently comforted Renee who was crying her heart out.
Renee suddenly realized that she had reacted too strongly. She quickly let go of Stefan.
She sniffed and wiped away her tears. "Yeah, that's right, you're a cat who has nine lives so you can't die... No, you're more like
a cockroach that can't be killed. I really shouldn't have cried for you."
Stefan's face darkened. "Is that how you repay me?"
"How else should I repay you? By giving myself to you?"
"I wouldn't say no."
An ambiguous feeling instantly spread between them.
Over their four-year marriage, there was never a delicate moment of mutual affection like this.
Renee sat in Stefan's sports car, examining the painting carefully with a frown.
The painting was undamaged and looked just as vivid as before.
"This was my father's favorite painting when he was alive, Dost Wurst's "The Shepherd Boy Singing in the Evening". Many
famous figures in the art world are looking everywhere for this painting. The prices they offer go as high as $15 million. Even
when our family was going through a rough time and could really use the money, my father was unwilling to sell the painting. If it
got burned, I would have felt really sad..." 1
Renee started crying again. She looked at Stefan, who was focused on driving, with tears in her eyes and said sincerely, "Stefan,
thank you. I didn't think you would do so much for a friend."
Stefan said coldly, "For a friend?"
"Of course."

They happened to arrive at a red light.
Stefan pulled the handbrake. He turned to Renee, his eyes deep and burning, and asked, "Were you serious about what you
said earlier? 11
Renee blushed a little, "Which part?"
"You said if I die, you won't be able to live anymore."
"Of... of course I wasn't serious!"
Renee continued to deny it. “The atmosphere was building up to that. If I didn't say that, it would seem like I have no
conscience."
"Is that so?"
Stefan gave Renee a meaningful look.
When the green light came on, Renee thought he would put down the handbrake, but his large hand instead grasped hers
tightly...