The Untouchable Ex-Wife

“You’ve been rather quiet lately, like you’ve become a proper lady,” Stefan teased lightly. Although he had not spent much time
with the woman, her incessant chattering had long made an impression on him. However, for the past few days, she had been
unusually quiet. Most times, they merely sat together in silence, not saying a word to each other. Her voice was starting to sound
quite weak as well, as if she were a willow in the breeze.
‘This is odd. Almost too odd!’
“That’s because I am a proper lady,” Renee replied, her voice exceedingly soft.
“Mmm, a proper lady who knows how to fight a bear. Now I’m really curious as to what you look like.” Stefan smirked, his
expression plastered with a hint of affection that he himself didn’t realize just yet.
For some reason, despite having no memories of her, the days he spent with her became rather natural, as if they had known
each other for a long time. Such comfort and ease made him feel happier than when he was with Seraphina.
If he had stayed initially to find answers, he was now staying with her for absolutely no reason. He simply wanted to follow his
heart now.
“Soon, you’ll be able to see what I look like.” Renee stared at the man, who looked much more lively now, and her heart filled
with hope.
‘This is nice, that confident and dignified man is back.’ She was especially happy to see the loneliness and despair fade from his
eyes.
As the warm sunlight enveloped the two, and as the clouds drifted by lightly, they had already spent half their day away.
Suddenly, the woman’s eyelids grew heavy. She didn’t think much of it, and figured she just hadn’t slept well last night.
“I’m going to make some coffee, would you like some?” Renee stood up from her chair and asked.
“If you’re brewing some yourself, I’d like to have a taste.” The man seemed more than willing to try, acting as if they were rather
close to each other. In fact, he even listed a bunch of requests. “I’m actually quite picky. It’s best if the coffee isn’t hotter than 58
degrees celsius, and I only want two teaspoons of sugar. It should be hand-ground as well, so that it maintains its original
flavor...”

“Sure, hold on.” Renee responded, somehow listening to the man’s words with a level of patience she had never shown in the
past.
She thought to herself with a smile. ‘Oh Stefan, you’re still as difficult as ever!’ However, despite not having many culinary
talents, after being his wife for so many years, her coffee brewing skills were absolutely unmatched.
Besides that, she had always made coffee with the same type of coffee beans, the same temperature, amount of sugar and
coarseness in the way he liked. Hence, she was confident that he would be impressed by her coffee once again.
As she arrived at the kitchen in the west wing, Renee took out a small jar of coffee beans from the drawer. After that, she opened
the lid to the coffee grinder and placed some beans inside, grinding them thoroughly.
Unlike an automated machine, this was a manual wooden coffee grinder. Grinding even a single bean would require a lot of
strength, but the powder it produced would best preserve the ‘original flavor’ that Stefan was especially fond of.
Bzz bzz bzz...