The Untouchable Ex-Wife



Renee took a deep breath and could smell the osmanthus; it was calming and refreshing. It also eased the headache from her hangover.

"If I'm guessing correctly, Joanne tried to sneak away more than once during this period. But you forcefully brought her back. Am I right?" Renee said.

She stopped in front of an osmanthus tree and tried to pick the flowers like a child as she spoke casually to Quinton.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Quinton frowned and pursed his lips in reluctance. He replied coldly, "I was doing that for her sake."

Renee didn't go home last night, but Quinton didn't rush to Hunt Manor immediately. He couldn't be certain that she was there, and he couldn't leave because of what happened with Joanne.

When Joanne woke up, she kept looking for chances to leave the manor. Margaret was able to dissuade her, albeit temporarily.

That fearless woman bypassed the door before dawn and tried to escape by climbing over the windows to avoid attracting Quinton's attention.

Although the second floor wasn't far from the first floor with a platform in between, Joanne had just run into a wall and almost got herself killed. She tried to jump off the building, and it drove Quinton into a rage.

Hence, he got his subordinates to keep an eye on her on the first floor. When she landed, they carried her back to

her room.

This affair deepened the chasm between Joanne and Quinton. However, she said nothing about it for fear of disturbing Margaret. She pretended nothing had happened.

Margaret felt that everything was fine, but in truth, only Quinton and Joanne knew about their discord. At some point, another fight might happen.

"For her sake?' Renee shook her head. She hit the nail on its head as she said, "No, you're wrong. To put it bluntly, you're locking her up illegally."

As expected, things wouldn't be that peaceful.

Quinton was a worrisome person, while Joanne was tough despite her delicate appearance. It was hard to fool her.

Previously, Renee was at home and could mediate the situation. When she left, everything went out of hand.

"Humph! She doesn't know what's good for her. Does she think she's tough and strong? Her body couldn't stand such torture."

When Quinton recalled that incident, he was still furious. He clenched his fists tightly.

"If it weren't for me, she would've long fallen and ruined herself!"

"She didn't have to do that, but you were too overbearing and forced her down a dead-end. You were to be blamed if she fell from the second floor," Renee said righteously, spreading her hands to make a point.

"What do you want me to do, then?" Quinton tensed, looking like he was in pain. "Do you want me to let her go? She's too weak! If I let her go, where will she end up? I'll be held responsible too, no doubt about it!"

"Okay, calm down. I understand your difficulties." Renee tried to comfort Quinton. "I just want to tell you that it isn't easy to resolve the conflict between you guys. Maybe you can't even do that for the rest of your life. But I hope you can calm down and stop being a dictator like you used to. Don't force her to do things she hates."

"I don't want to force her, either." A helpless sigh escaped Quinton. "So, you want me to set her free and let her fend for herself?"