# Chapter 373: The Doghouse Dilemma
Hello, dear readers! It's me again—your trusty narrator—here to guide you through another captivating chapter of *The Untouchable Ex Wife*. I hope you're all doing wonderfully today! Now, I must say, if you thought you'd seen every twist in Renee and Stefan's complicated dance, brace yourselves—because today's chapter slices through the tension with a sharp blade of hilarity and leaves us grinning. Shall we dive in?
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Standing in the sunlit front yard of the manor, Renee found herself utterly baffled. She had weighed the situation with all the logical calculation of a woman who had survived every storm life could throw at her—and yet, here she was, staring at Stefan Hunt's impeccably packed luggage, wondering where the cold, distant man she remembered had disappeared to.
Ever since his brain recovery surgery, Stefan had transformed in ways that defied all reason. The man who once kept everyone at arm's length, whose features were perpetually carved from ice, had become... shameless. There was no other word for it.
Adding him as a live-in helper seemed cost-effective, sure. Renee could practically feel Margaret's back giving out from all the extra work lately. And Stefan was undeniably capable—more capable than any hired hand could hope to be. But Renee couldn't shake the instinct whispering that she was letting a wolf into the henhouse.
The audacity of it all! Here he stood, this man who had once made her life a living hell, demanding a place in her home with all the entitlement of a man asking for a glass of water.
"Just say yes," Stefan pressed, his voice carrying an earnestness she found deeply unsettling. "You can always kick me out if it doesn't work out, right?"
Renee's lips pressed into a thin line. She searched for a reason to reject him—any reason—but the stubborn set of his jaw told her he wouldn't take no for an answer anyway. Fine. If he wanted to play house so badly, let him learn the rules of her playground.
"Whatever," she said grumpily, turning her sightless gaze away from him. "I can't see, so it doesn't matter to me."
The moment the words left her mouth, Stefan's deep-set eyes ignited with barely concealed triumph. His persistence was paying off far more smoothly than he had dared to hope. He'd learned that when it came to Renee, stubbornness wasn't just a flaw in his character—it was the key that unlocked her guarded heart.
But fate, as always, had a sense of humor.
Margaret's voice cut through the moment, sharp with confusion and concern. "Ms. Ren, whose luggage is at the door—" The elderly housekeeper entered the front yard and froze mid-sentence as she registered the figure standing before her mistress. Her eyes narrowed instantly, shifting from bewilderment to open hostility.
"What are you doing here, Master Hunt?" Margaret demanded, hurrying forward to plant herself protectively in front of Renee like a mother hen shielding her chick. "What are you trying to do to Ms. Ren?" Her glare could have melted steel. "You're not welcome here. Please leave!"
There was something almost heartwarming about Margaret's fierce loyalty—a reminder that Renee had built a family out of the people who truly cared for her, far more precious than any blood relation.
Renee waved a dismissive hand, a sly smile playing at her lips. "Just ignore him, Margaret. He's free labor, so feel free to order him around."
Stefan bowed his head with a humility that somehow still managed to look elegant, like a fallen prince graciously accepting exile. "That's right," he agreed smoothly. "Just let me do all the dirty and tedious chores."
"Ah... um..." Margaret's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for water. She had only stepped away for a few minutes—a few minutes!—and in that impossibly short window, the world had apparently turned upside down. What dark magic had this man worked on her mistress?
"Just let him stay since he's brought his luggage here," Renee continued calmly, a dangerous sweetness lacing her words. "Isn't there a room for Barky in the backyard? Let him clean it up and stay there."
For a moment, the world stood still.
Stefan's heart swelled with unexpected warmth. Renee was arranging his accommodations herself? Perhaps she did care more than she let on. The thought made his voice gentler than it had been in years as he replied, "You don't have to trouble yourself. Just give me a small room—I'm not fussy when it comes to living arrangements."
He paused, curiosity getting the better of him. "By the way, who's Barky? Was he your former housekeeper?"
Renee's smile widened until it was positively catlike. "Well... I guess you could say that since he was my guard dog."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Stefan's eyes bugged open as realization crashed over him like a bucket of ice water. "You... you're asking me to stay in the doghouse?" His voice came out strangled, teeth grinding together as he processed the insult disguised as a favor.
Renee's expression was the picture of innocence—too innocent, by far. "I can't do anything about it since I've only got one empty room here," she said sweetly, tilting her head as if the whole matter were simply beyond her control.
Inside her mind, though, a quiet challenge echoed: *Run away, Stefan. Show me that your shamelessness has limits. Show me that you still have the pride I once knew.*
But Stefan Hunt had not survived a lifetime of battles by retreating at the first sign of humiliation. He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and when he spoke, there was steel beneath his words.
"No, it's fine," he said, his voice determined. "As long as I can lie down."
Without another moment's hesitation, he grabbed his luggage, lifted it with effortless strength, and strode toward the backyard with the grim determination of a soldier marching into battle. "I'll go and clean it up..."
He paused just long enough to look back, a strange light dancing in his eyes, almost like anticipation.
"I'm looking forward to it!"
And with that, Stefan Hunt—CEO, billionaire, feared man of industry—marched purposefully to claim his residence in a doghouse.
Margaret stared after him, utterly poleaxed. Renee, for her part, felt the corner of her mouth twitch despite herself. That stubborn fool had actually agreed. She had expected him to turn tail like any self-respecting man would. Instead, he'd doubled down with an enthusiasm that was frankly concerning.
Perhaps she had underestimated him. Or perhaps—and this was the truly terrifying thought—Stefan Hunt had genuinely changed.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
What a gloriously entertaining chapter! I couldn't help but grin from ear to ear watching Renee take control of the situation with such delicious cunning. There's something so satisfying about seeing her wield her wit like a weapon, and Stefan's willingness to debase himself for a chance to be near her speaks volumes about his transformation. The dynamic between them has shifted so beautifully—she holds the power now, and he knows it. Margaret's fierce protectiveness added warmth, and the "Barky" reveal was an absolutely perfect comedic beat. I found myself genuinely delighted by Stefan's decision to embrace even the ultimate indignity of a doghouse, which proves just how deep his devotion runs. This chapter balances humor, character development, and romantic tension flawlessly!
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.7 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
Now that Stefan has committed to sleeping in a literal doghouse, expect sparks to fly! I predict Renee—despite her best efforts to appear indifferent—will find herself increasingly unsettled by his proximity, especially when word of the "master of the manor in the backyard" reaches the wrong ears. Margaret will likely wage a quiet war of passive aggression, and just as Stefan begins to earn some grudging acceptance, an unexpected visitor will arrive to complicate matters further. Perhaps the real question is: how long can a man who's climbed to the top of the world find happiness at the bottom of Renee's pecking order? And more importantly—will Renee's icy exterior start to melt when she sees Stefan scrubbing floors while keeping his pride intact? Let's find out together in the next chapter!
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