# Chapter 119: The Sleepwalker and Her "Porcupine"
Hello, beloved readers! How wonderful to have you here with me once again. Today, we're diving back into an unforgettable chapter of "The Untouchable Ex Wife" — one that's filled with bizarre charm, a dash of danger lurking beneath gentle comedy, and a peculiar encounter between our leading characters that will leave you both laughing and wondering — what in the world is happening? So sit back, relax, and let me paint you a vivid picture of the strange moment when Stefan discovered a side of Renee he never knew existed — and soon wished he hadn't.
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The night was heavy, laden with tangled emotions that refused to release their grip on Stefan. There are nights when a man's mind becomes a cage of racing thoughts, and he knew he needed an escape. So, stepping out of his room, he resolved to take a walk — a quiet, unhurried stroll to let fresh air do what logic and time had failed to accomplish. The hotel he had selected was no ordinary structure. It was a beautiful creation, carefully designed in the style of the Southeast Aeos region, breathtaking and exotic all at once. A wanderer through its gardens would feel transported to a lost world, where verdant tropical plants and towering palms entangled around you, while majestic cacti stood tall like ancient guardians of the wilderness. The garden felt alive, almost like a primordial forest holding secrets of its own.
Stefan was meandering along the winding stone path, his mind half-lost in thought, when a familiar silhouette caught his attention from the corner of his eye. He stopped, his heart giving a little jolt. Could it really be? He squinted through the dim, tropical dappled light — there was no mistaking it. That figure, that familiar face — it was Renee.
"Ren..." The name almost slipped past his lips as a tender whisper. But before he could give voice to it, something made him pause. She wasn't acting normally. Her movements were slow, measured, fluid — as if she was floating through a world only she could perceive. She was sleepwalking. A strange shiver ran through him. He knew how dangerous it was to abruptly awaken someone in that condition. And so, fighting every instinct to rush up to her and demand what was wrong, he chose instead to become her silent guardian. He followed from a distance, careful not to make a sound, observing her every movement like a shadow.
What happened next was beyond anything he could have predicted.
Renee stopped in front of a large, imposing cactus. Her gaze soft, she slowly squatted down before it, her expression shifting into something strangely tender and sincere. And then, in a voice so gentle it could barely be heard, she began to murmur to the thorny plant as if it were a living creature in need of her comfort. "Little porcupine, don't be scared. I like you very much, and I won't hurt you. Can I take a needle from you? Why do you have so many of them? Let me take all of them out for you, okay? One, two, three...".
Stefan's eyes widened in disbelief. Was she... talking to a cactus? He pressed his lips together, desperately trying to contain the laughter that threatened to erupt from deep within him. This woman! How could she mistake a cactus for a porcupine? And not only that — she was genuinely concerned for its well-being, carefully plucking out its spines one by one as if performing a delicate act of mercy. Her serious expression, her furrowed brow, the way she talked to the plant with such earnest affection... it was hilarious. She's so cute, he thought. I've never seen anyone like her.
Stefan didn't dare move. Even the air in his lungs seemed risky. He held his breath, afraid that the faintest sound would startle her and put her at risk. In this state, she was vulnerable and could harm herself in fright. So, he stood frozen, watching, mute, and utterly captivated.
"Four, five, six..." Renee carefully placed each extracted needle into her palm with satisfaction, her lips curling into a sweet smile as she admired her collection. Then, with a triumphant little nod, she declared, "I now have porcupine needles to protect myself. There's nothing to fear!"
"Pfft!" That was it. Stefan couldn't take it anymore. The laughter burst out from him before he could clamp his jaws together. A sound of pure humor sliced through the quiet night air. He immediately covered his mouth, mortified, but it was too late.
Renee's head turned slowly toward him, her eyes flickering with a glow of suspicion and gloom. Her full lips formed a pout, and her gaze grew sharper. "You're a bad guy," she accused in that dreamy yet eerily clear voice. "You must want to steal my needles. I'll stab you, villain!"
"What the heck?" Stefan stammered, not quite prepared for a midnight duel with a sleepwalking woman.
"I'm going to stab you, you crook!" She advanced on him, raising her hand that held the cactus spines, aiming right at his arm.
"Ouch!" Her aim was surprisingly accurate. The needle found its mark, jabbing sharp into his skin, and jolting pain shot up his arm. It stung more than he expected — much more. He nearly jumped out of his skin. A scream ripped up his throat, but he clapped his hand over his mouth, choking it back down. ‘Damn it, that hurts!’ His eyes watered from the sting, yet he did not want to cause her alarm. If she discovered herself in this state with him yelling, who knows what panic could ensue.
For a moment, there was tension in the air. But luckily, that was all she wanted. As quickly as the storm had risen, it passed. Renee shifted her attention away from him, settling into a satisfied little mood, cradling her precious cactus needles in both hands like treasure. Her voice, soft and musing, slipped through the breeze: "I don't have to be afraid of Stefan anymore. I'll stab him if he makes me sad!"
Stefan blinked at her, completely speechless. He stared at her innocent, peaceful sleeping face while absorbing those chilling words. Was this a coincidence? Or was this her real, unconscious desire laid bare? Did she hate him so much that even while she slept, her mind was crafting strategies to protect herself from him, to wound him if he ever brought her sorrow? A strange ache settled into his chest. He wondered if he had really hurt her that deeply. He had no answer.
As she finished her little game, Renee cradled the needles gently, turned herself around, and drifted toward the elevator. She moved with a serene, ghostly rhythm, as if the world itself parted for her. Stefan, still rubbing the stinging spot on his arm, followed her without a second thought. He would not let her travel alone in this state — even if she was threatening to weaponize cactus needles against him.
As he walked behind her down the dimly lit corridor, his brow furrowed. Something was changing in his body. A heaviness crept up his limbs, slowly but surely. His steps faltered just slightly, his breathing becoming shallow. Something was wrong. The sting from the needle — it had been more than just pain. His arm throbbed, the skin around the tiny wound beginning to feel hot and numb. Dizziness began to creep in at the edges of his vision.
Renee entered her hotel room, closing the door behind her, oblivious to the world around her. Stefan stopped in the hallway, leaning a hand against the wall to steady himself. His heart pounded — not with love or anger — but with confusion and an unexpected sense of danger. What was happening to him? Was the cactus needle coated with something? Or was this his body reacting to something else?
The last thing he saw before his vision blurred was the closed door and the echo of Renee's innocent, sleeping murmur drifting through his memory: "I'll stab him if he makes me sad."
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### Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
What a delightfully bizarre and surprisingly suspenseful chapter! This playful scene was a perfect combination of comedy, romance, and suspense. Watching Stefan struggle to suppress his laughter, then get stabbed by his own ex-wife while she was asleep — it was refreshingly unpredictable and charming. But the subtle twist at the end, that strange physical reaction beginning in Stefan's body, hints that there is far more at stake than a laugh. The story peels back another layer of Renee's hidden inner world while leaving us uncertain about Stefan's fate. I laughed, I held my breath, and I was left craving more.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
### Next Chapter Prediction
Given Stefan's unexpected physical deterioration after being pricked by that cactus needle, the next chapter could swing in one of two dramatic directions. Either Renee will wake up and find Stefan collapsed right outside her door, creating a whole new crisis of guilt and confrontation — or this mysterious poisoning could lead Stefan to see just how deeply his fate is tied to Renee, forcing him to seek her help while she's completely unaware of what her sleepwalking self has done. Will this bizarre incident reopen old wounds between them, or will it push them into an uncomfortable closeness neither of them expected? One thing is certain — Stefan's body is sending a warning, and the truth might be more dangerous than any of them realize.
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