The Untouchable Ex-Wife



Renee went to the kitchen half an hour later. She had ordered the ingredients to make s'mores pops, and they had arrived.

Quinton had an apron on and was watching tutorials on how to make s'mores pops on his phone. He kept muttering the steps, 'First, wash fruits like blueberries, grapes, and strawberries. Then, toast the marshmallow over a flame until it turns golden brown...NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Renee assisted him and was responsible for handing him equipment or ingredients. She had no chance at all to make any s'mores pops. Quinton toasted the marshmallow seriously, as if he was talking business or inspecting a rare treasure. Renee was mesmerized watching him, and felt that she would fall in love with him if he were not her brother. As expected, men looked very charming when they were passionately doing something. Besides, she knew that he had a soft heart even though he said otherwise. On the surface, he looked like a male chauvinist who refused to cook, but he could actually cook well. He always cooked at home, and both Adie and Abby loved his cooking. They claimed that his cooking skills were better than Mijerlin chefs. Even though he was called the Night Demon, he could be a family man if he wanted to. Joanne was quite similar, which made them a perfect match for each other.

"Mm, it smells so good. Quinton, you're a genius!"

Soon, Quinton had finished toasting the s'mores. He had even added some appetizing and nutritious ingredients to them before putting them on skewers with blueberries, grapes, and strawberries. He also sprinkled some crackers, rose petals, and other gamishes on them. They looked delicate and delicious, and also smelled great." These are for you. And you can take those to her." Quinton wrapped the s'mores pops, then handed some to Renee and saved some for Joanne. Then, he added, "I'll make some for the kids too, I'm sure they'll love them."

"No rush." Renee stopped Quinton and smiled. "You spent the whole afternoon cooking. Go take some rest and then deliver these s'mores pops to Joanne. If not, you'll become a master at making these. We can even set up a store for you.'

"No, you give them to her. I won't do it." Coldness gleamed in Quinton's eyes. "She and I fell out with each other, so how can I say I made s'mores pops to make her happy? No, I can't do that. I can't be a kiss-ass."

Renee sighed in exasperation at her brother's stubbornness. "Quinton, you care too much about your image. It won't kill you to bow down to her. You're a man."

"It isn't about my image..."

"Then what is it about?"

"Well... It's..." Quinton trailed off, unable to answer. Frustrated, he shook his head. "I won't go. If you insist on me delivering them to her, I'll run away from home and never come back."

"Fine, I won't force you to do it. I'll do it. Are you satisfied now?" Renee could only give up since she knew Quinton's character. Besides, things would get chaotic if Quinton and Joanne met, so it would be better to take things slow. "Well, I'll take them to her then. Renee carried the plate of s'mores pops, nervous about meeting Joanne.