Didn�t divorced couples usually not get along? What the hell was up with those two?! Was it normal to meet up so often?!

On the other hand, Stefan had both hands in his pocket and a stern look on his face as he asked Renee, �How are you?�

Renee was not a fool. Even though her ex�husband had just asserted his dominance, and she went starry�eyed over his display for a moment, she was clear�headed and sneered.

�One doesn�t visit for no reason, Mr. Hunt. You came to my house with your condescending attitude, so you shouldn�t expect a pleasant welcome. Why don�t you get to the points?"

Stefan didn�t reply to Renee�s question but proceeded to survey the villa.

�The layout doesn�t work. The hall is too cramped, the dome looks awful, and the staircase is too steep. It needs a complete renovation. The decorations are so ancient they look like leftovers from the Republican era. The carvings on the pillars 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 villa 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 the landscape 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 villa, but no one knew that. Because of that, the painting. The Evening Song of the Shepherd Boy, was never taken even though the home had 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 claimed.

�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. JrNovels.com