Stefan didn’t reply to Renee’s question but proceeded to survey the vi.


    “Theyout doesn’t work. The hall is too cramped, the dome looks awful, and the staircase is too steep.


    It needs aplete renovation. The decorations are so ancient they look like leftovers from the


    Republican era. The carvings on the pirs at the entrance aren’t exquisite enough, either. It’s best you


    knock it down and start from scratch.”


    Stefan continued to nitpick on everything about the vi in an arrogant tone, and Renee was thoroughly


    confused.


    Was there something wrong with this man? He still thought of himself as her husband, did he?!


    “Do you have that much free time on your hands, Stefan? Did you get a degree in interior design when


    I wasn’t looking? You don’t need to point out anything about my house!”


    Stefan was currently standing in the middle of the living room, staring hard at thendscape painting


    hanging on the wall and ignoring Renee’s moody words.


    “This is a nice painting. It’s the famous painting of a young shepherd boy singing a song in the evening,


    isn’t it? If this were authentic, it would be very valuable.”


    Renee was surprised at how perceptive Stefan’s eyes were when it came to art. She thought he was a


    businessman through and through and never expected that he’d be knowledgeable in literature and


    arts.


    The painting was indeed the most valuable item in the entire vi, but no one knew that. Because of


    that, the painting. Evening Song of the Shepherd Boy, was never taken even though the home hadThis content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.


    been ransacked many times. It was also her father’s favorite painting, and Renee would think of him


    whenever she looked at the painting hanging in the hall.


    It was mystifying as she felt a sense of security she usually associated with her father when she looked


    at Stefan’s strong back. He was like a silent, unmoving mountain. She felt that her world was safe as


    long as he was around. Even if the sky fell, she wouldn’t need to be afraid.


    Oh my god. Renee was going out of her mind! What was she even thinking?!


    Margaret looked at Renee, then at Stefan, and she couldn’t help but smile. This was the first time she


    saw Stefan in person, and he was nowhere as cold–blooded or heartless as Renee had portrayed him.


    Based on his heroic rescue and how he looked at Renee, it seemed this man was not as apathetic as


    Renee imed.


    ‘Perhaps a misunderstanding led to their divorce…‘ Margaret thought as she watched the two.


    “Are you done? If you’re done, you should leave!” Renee said rudely, trying to get him to leave.


    Though she wasn’t sure why the man had visited her, she was certain he didn’t have any good


    intentions, so she might as well


    chase him away as soon as possible.


    “Miss Ren, you can’t be so rude!” Margaret admonished. “Mr. Hunt is a guest, and he just saved us. We


    should at least have


    him stay for a meal.”


    Then, the older woman turned to Stefan and said, “Mr. Hunt, it’s afternoon now, so why don’t you stay


    for lunch? What do you usually eat? I can make almost any kind of cuisine, even Western! Just spill


    your preferences.”


    Stefan turned and observed Margaret for a few moments. After a while, he seemed satisfied and


    started to make uninhibited orders. “I like seafood. Do you know how to make pan–fried salmon with


    watercress? Crab linguine is fine too. If you make soup, make sure it’s not too thick…”


    Renee clenched her fist as Stefan continued.


    “Have you had enough, Stefan? Do you think my house is a restaurant, ordering food like that?!”


    She wouldn’t stop herself from waving her arms wildly like she was chasing flies away as she tried to


    usher Stefan outside. Go, leave! You’re not wee here! I’m going to close the door!”


    Stefan was unmoving as he said coldly. “I don’t need you to wee me.”


    Then he turned to Margaret and continued, “It’s fine as long as you wee me, Madam.”


    Margaret was slightly stunned. She didn’t expect the rumored cold and heartless man to have such a


    childish side and immediately yed along.


    “Yes, of course! You were once the family’s son–inw, either way, and you’ve also protected Miss Ren


    for many years! Let me show you what I can do for you today!”


    After saying that, Margaret picked up the forgotten bag of groceries and walked into the kitchen,


    leaving Renee and Stefan to stare at each other awkwardly….