The Untouchable Ex Wife by Mizuki Sei

Chapter 580
"What else can it be? Stefan Hunt, of course!"
Margaret knitted her eyebrows tightly when she mentioned his name and sighed. "You should know about Miss Ren's previous
marriage. She put a lot of effort into the marriage and was passionately devoted to her husband, but it turned out to be so ugly in
the end... Women can be indestructible, but when it comes to love, it can easily become an obsession. Miss Ren is too stubborn.
She has trapped herself in that failed marriage for so many years, yet she still has not come out of it."
Mr. Q remained silent for a long time. His facial expression was unreadable under the mask, but she could feel that his whole
body was exuding coldness.
"So, you are saying that she still loves her ex-husband after all these years, and she cannot sleep because she misses him too
much?"
"It is not like that." Margaret shook her head. "It is not necessarily love that keeps her from getting over him. She might just be
unwilling to let go or simply cannot forget it."
"Unwilling to let go?"
"Yes. Feelings are like buying stocks. The more you invest, the harder it is to get out of. Once you start losing money, not only
will you not stop, but you will gamble off more capital instead until you lose everything... There is such a huge hole in her heart
that it won't be easy for her to let go.’
Margaret's words were very philosophical and thought-provoking.
Mr. Q seemed to be deeply struck and said coldly, "You are right. Feelings are like buying stocks. Since it is difficult to predict the
outcome, the only way to overcome it is not to invest too much in it. Out of a hundred, just invest one percent of your feelings.
You will then be able to withdraw any time you want and naturally not be reluctant to give it up.”
In confusion, Margaret looked at the man and asked cautiously, "What is your feeling toward Miss Ren then? If you only want to
put one percent of your devotion into the relationship, I will suggest you not provoke her.
Because once Miss Ren gets serious about it, she would have trouble getting out of it. She has suffered once because of love. I
will not let her suffer again!"

"My devotion to her will depend on how much she loves me. It seems like all her love is still on her ex-husband, which makes me
think that she won't even spare me a bit."
"Absolutely. As long as Miss Ren's heart is not cured, she won't fall in love with another man and start a new relationship, and
she will remain a depressed insomniac. This is really worrying!"
Margaret felt troubled thinking about this.
She could not help but pat Mr. Q's shoulder and said, "I'm rooting for you. Miss Ren's willingness to bring you to Sun Island
shows you have a special place in her heart. Try to make her fall in love with you sooner so her heartache cures naturally."
"This is not something I can do..." said Mr. Q tacitly, "Whoever started the trouble should end it. Since it is because of Stefan,
only he can cure her."
Renee slept for a long time. By the time she woke up, it was already late at night, and the room was lit with a dim lamp.
Mr. Q was lying on a recliner under the lamp with a book on him. He seemed to be asleep.
She touched her forehead. It was no longer hot.
She pushed away the blanket, got out of bed, and tiptoed to the man.
The scene of the fearsome Night Demon lying on a recliner and sleeping in her house with Maugham's 'The Moon and Sixpence"
on him was rather... peculiar!
She cleared her mind and took a deep breath before waving in front of the man.
The man remained still. Judging from his breathing rate, he was indeed asleep, in deep sleep, in fact.
'Great,' she thought. 'No matter how cautious you are, you finally fall into my hands. Today, I shall see what kind of horrors lie
beneath this mask."
Though Mr. Q had stated that those who saw his face would be slain, he was now asleep, and she could convince him that it was
just a dream. If she had seen his face, he would not kill her for a dream, right?
Renee bent down and traced the man's perfectly chiseled cheeks with her long fingers. Just as she was about to remove his
mask, her wrist was restricted.

"What are you trying to do?"
His words seemed to crawl out of an ice dungeon.