The Untouchable Ex Wife by Mizuki Sei

Renee walked in with a curious expression and asked, “What can I help you with?”
Mr. Q was wearing disposable plastic gloves in both hands. He was marinating the steaks with a secret sauce.
“Help me wear the apron, please. My hands are occupied.”
He gestured to an apron hanging on the cabinet with his chin, giving out the command naturally.
“Help you... put on the apron?”
Renee felt a moment of awkwardness. She hesitated and did not move.
This kind of action was way too intimate. Wasn’t this usually something that only couples would do?
Mr. Q turned around and looked at her flatly. “Is something wrong? Are you... shy?”
“Of course not!”
Renee did not want to show him her cowardly side, so she forced herself to grab the apron and moved behind him. She had to
tiptoe to put the apron over his head. She pretended to be nonchalant and said, “I’m a divorced woman. I’ve experienced
everything before. Why would I be shy?”
Her slender arms wrapped around the man’s strong waist, and her thin fingers tied a bow around the waistband neatly. She
patted the man’s back and said jokingly, “Hmm, not bad. You look like a good househusband.”
Tsk tsk, although Mr. Q’s face was ruined, his body was top-notch. He had wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and firm muscles. His
body was on par with Stefan’s.
The outside world was vast indeed. There were lots of other trees in the forest. Her vision was seriously too narrow in the past.
Her eyes could see no one else but Stefan.
Yet plenty of men she met after her divorce were comparable to Stefan, even Isaac, the escort she met at the bar!
After marinating the steaks, Mr. Q set the timer to wait for the sauce to seep in.
He took off his plastic gloves and casually grabbed a kiwi to make a fruit yogurt salad.
He poured oat into the fruit yogurt while stirring it with a spoon. He then scooped a spoonful and offered it to Renee.

“Try this and see if you like it.”
“Umm...”
Renee leaned back warily. She was not used to being so intimate with a man. She awkwardly took the spoon and said, “I can do
it myself.”
The man’s lips curled into a weird smile. “I thought you’re a divorced woman who has experienced everything before? Why are
you so conservative?”
“This isn’t being conservative. It’s called a sense of boundaries – a sense of boundaries between men and women, understand?”
Renee raised her eyebrows and put on a righteous look.
After having a taste of Mr. Q’s salad, her eyes immediately brightened. She could not help praising, “Oh my god, this is so good.
Who would have thought that a burly man like you would have such delicate skills? You truly are “Beach City’s Famous Chef”!”
“I’m alright.”
He crossed his legs and his arms and leaned lazily against the kitchen counter. He told Renee, who could not stop eating, “As
long as you put your heart into making a dish, it definitely won’t taste too bad. I’m guessing your cooking skills should be pretty
good too. My rival, your ex-husband Stefan Hunt, must have enjoyed a lot of good food.”
The spoon in Renee’s hand paused in mid-air for a moment. Her fair face hardened slightly. Then, she chuckled to herself.
“Maybe only the dogs in Hunt Manor can tell if I’m truly good at cooking. How would Stefan Hunt know?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“When I first got married to him, I was a meek little wife who seldom went out and only had him in my eyes. My favorite activity
every day was to make him a whole table of delicious food. Unfortunately, he was not interested. We were married for four years,
but I can count on two hands the number of times we dined together. Most of the food I made for him went to the dogs.”
Thinking back of the time when she had been foolishly devoted, she felt sad and pathetic.
She was really young at the time, that’s why she was full of passion. She kept trying even when there was no response. It only
made her more determined.

But now, things are different. She was the mother of two children. She had suffered enough, so she would not be that foolish
anymore.
For her, a man was just a hobby now. She would not love anyone more than she loved herself and her two children.
After hearing Renee’s complaints, Mr. Q remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, he asked, “If he’s interested in your cooking
now, would you still cook for him?”