# Chapter 374: When a Wolf Pretends to Be a Sheep — For Love
Hello everyone, it’s me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 374 of **"The Untouchable Ex Wife"**, a chapter full of quiet heartbreak, stubborn love, and the strange comedy of a powerful man voluntarily checking himself into a doghouse. Stefan Hunt has just survived surgery and yet here he is, running toward the backyard like a puppy who has finally found his favorite spot. But is this really about a room? Or is it about a man desperately trying to find his way back into a family that has learned to live without him?
Let’s dive right into this beautifully tangled mess!
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Renee Standish — or rather, Renee Hunt, though she rarely acknowledged that name anymore — stood still, tilting her head slightly as though she could hear the sound of her own confusion radiating through the air. Her blind eyes were hidden behind a pair of elegant sunglasses, but the furrow of her brows was unmistakable. Why on earth was a man like Stefan Hunt, the ruthless business tyrant of Beach City, the man who once left her without a backward glance, suddenly hopping around her backyard like an excited child on a school trip?
"I don't understand," she murmured, her voice tinged with genuine bewilderment. "He's actually happy to stay in the doghouse. Did the surgeons accidentally remove part of his brain along with whatever else they took out during his operation?"
Her tone was dead serious, as if she truly considered the possibility that Stefan had come out of surgery a completely different person — one who genuinely believed a dusty dog kennel in the corner of her backyard was a five-star luxury suite.
Margaret, her loyal housekeeper and long-time companion, let out a soft sigh. The woman had seen Renee go through so much over the years — the betrayals, the separations, the desperate fights to protect her children, the painful loss of her sight. Margaret’s loyalty was simple: if someone hurt her Miss Ren, she hated them. If someone made her Miss Ren happy, she tolerated them. And right now, she just couldn't figure out which side Stefan Hunt belonged to.
"Speaking very honestly, Ms. Ren, Mr. Hunt is acting... strange." Margaret shook her head, her hands planted firmly on her hips. "I've known that man for years. He never smiles like that unless he's closing a billion-dollar deal. What's he so happy about? He's literally about to sleep in a doghouse, and he looks like he just won the lottery!"
Renee let out a breathy laugh that didn't quite reach her lips. "I don't know. Since when did he become so shameless? I already told him to leave, and I wasn't gentle about it. And yet... he still managed to slip right past me and into my backyard. Honestly, Margaret, I couldn't get rid of him even if I tried."
"Do you want me to be the bad guy?" Margaret raised a brow, her expression quick and sharp. "Say the word, Ms. Ren, and I will march right out there and chase him off with a broom if I have to. I don't care that he's just had surgery. He's not welcome here unless *you* want him here."
Margaret's stance was clear. Her opinion of Stefan was a direct reflection of Renee's. If Renee harbored warmth for him, Margaret would welcome him with a hot cup of tea. If Renee rejected him, Margaret would close every door in the house and board up the windows. After all, it was Margaret who had watched Renee weep in silence all those years ago. It was Margaret who could not forgive Stefan Hun to easily for the wounds he left behind.
But Renee simply shook her head. There was a heaviness in her heart — a calculated, rational heaviness that she was trying to convince herself was love, not strategy. But deep down, she knew the truth was more complicated.
"Just let him be," she finally said, her voice soft yet measured. "Let me see what tricks he still has up his sleeve..."
It wasn't love that prompted her to allow this unexpected visitor to stay. No — Renee had two children to protect, and she was not so naive as to let sentiment cloud her judgment when danger was lurking in the shadows.
"The kids are still so young," she continued, her voice dropping to a pensive whisper. "And I... I'm blind now. My sight is gone, and I know you're not as young as you used to be either, Margaret. Quinton hasn't returned yet either..."
The weight of her words hung in the air like a heavy curtain. Beach City’s undercurrents had grown dangerous over the past two years. Powerful families were shifting, alliances were breaking, and Renee knew that she was a marked woman. Without Quinton by her side, without her sight, her ability to defend her children was severely lacking.
"While Mr. Hunt is here," Renee added, "he can be a shield. A sword, even. If we have him around, our enemies would think twice before making a move."
Margaret looked surprised at Renee's reasoning, but after a moment of pondering, she nodded slowly. "Yes, you're right, Ms. Ren. That makes sense. The Hunt name still carries intimidation value." She paused, then asked with motherly concern, "But do *you* want him to stay? I can't just look at his presence affecting your peace of mind. Because if he hurts you again—"
"It doesn't matter," Renee murmured, cutting her off. "I can't see him anyway. So even if he's standing right in front of me, even if he's smiling or glaring, I'll never know. He's just a shadow to me now. A memory I can't quite touch."
It was a heartbreaking confession under the guise of practicality. Renee had gone blind due to an old illness — and even though she might not be able to see Stefan's face, that didn't mean she couldn't *feel* him. Couldn't feel his presence tightening the air around her, his gaze burning through the darkness. But she would never admit that to Margaret. She could barely admit it to herself.
Margaret let out a long, sorrowful sigh. "I do think it's a good thing for Mr. Hunt to stay... if he sincerely wants to protect this family." Her voice trailed off, and she looked into the distance where the silhouette of Stefan was playfully interacting with someone in the backyard. "But I just don't know how long he can really pretend to be this... family man. Didn't he do the same in the past? Be sweet for a moment, then leave for months and years without explanation? If he suddenly disappears again, I'm afraid you and the children will be left with broken hearts all over again."
Margaret's words pierced through Renee's carefully constructed wall. There had indeed been moments of tenderness between Renee and Stefan — moments that made Renee believe their love story could have a happy ending. But those moments were always short-lived, always followed by his cruel, unexplained departures. Renee could tolerate the pain for herself; she had built up calluses over her heart. But she could not bear the thought of her two children crying for a father who chose to be absent.
"I guess... it won't last long anyway," Renee said, her expression hardening behind her dark sunglasses. "Hunt Enterprise is about to face a massive crisis. Stefan can't afford to sit idly by for long. Other powerful families have been waiting for their chance to knock the Hunts off their pedestal. The Great Eight of Beach City is about to be reshuffled, and there are those who are sharpening their knives in the shadows, ready to take a bite out of Hunt Enterprise."
Renee had never stopped paying attention to the business world, even after losing her sight. Her mind remained sharp, her intuition sharper. She knew that Jovan likely had his sights set on Stefan's empire as well. It was a dangerous game of chess, and Stefan was a central pawn — or perhaps a king — on the board.
"All of those woves... they're all circling him," Renee whispered. "He may be forced to leave at any moment. And when he leaves, he leaves for good. That's the pattern."
Her words were like a bitter pill. Margaret, who had been listening with a heavy heart, finally bowed her head. She wanted to protect Renee from further heartbreak. She wanted to keep her safe and sheltered. But she also knew that a man like Stefan Hunt was not someone you could simply ship away with a broom — especially when Renee herself was not entirely certain she wanted him gone.
"Alas... Ms. Ren, that's the sad truth." Margaret wiped the corner of her eye and straightened her back. "Anyway, I suppose I should go help Mr. Hunt clean up a room. We certainly can't leave him sleep in that doghouse..."
Even though her voice was reluctant, she knew it was the right thing to do. After all, Stefan had just emerged from a major surgery. The moment he had regained enough strength to stand, he had immediately rushed to see Renee and their children. That, at least, spoke of genuine concern — genuine *something* — that even Margaret could not ignore.
She turned toward the direction of the backyard and let out another resigned sigh before murmured, "That man... He may be a wolf dressed in sheep's clothing, but for these two grandmothers, maybe it's better to have a wolf guarding the gate than to have no one at all."
And with that thought, she headed off toward the backyard, preparing to turn a doghouse into a proper bedroom for the man who was once the most powerful CEO in Beach City — and who now, without a shred of shame, acted like a stray dog begging to be kept.
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Oh, my dear readers, what a chapter this was! It flipped between heartwarming and heartbreaking in a way that only Mizuki Sei can pull off. Renee is rationalizing Stefan's presence as a tactical move to protect her family, all while peeling back the layers of her own trauma regarding his vanishing acts. Meanwhile, Stefan is overjoyed just to be allowed within the same walls as her — even if "walls" means the doghouse.
The subtle threads of danger tightening around Hunt Enterprise also loom large in the distance. Something is stirring in Beach City. Jovan's name was whispered. A storm is coming. And Renee, blind but not weak, is calculating her every move to keep her children — and possibly the man she once loved — from destruction.
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**Reader's Impressions & Star Rating:**
This chapter was both light and heavy at the same time. Seeing Stefan reduced to a giggling, tail-wagging husband who runs excitedly to a literal doghouse gave me bittersweet laughter. But Renee's internal resignation — her refusal to let herself hope — made my heart ache. The careful, layered dialogue between Renee and Margaret showcased brilliant writing: two women, protecting each other in a world where men come and go like seasons. The shadow of future storms and the mention of Hunt Enterprise's approaching crisis have perfectly set the stage for an explosive next arc.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
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**Next Chapter Prediction:**
I predict the next chapter will reveal Stefan's "tricks" in full force. He won't just live quietly in that doghouse — he will begin to take action, investigating who has been threatening his family, establishing his own secret security around the property, and trying to win back the trust of his children. But just as he starts to find his footing, Jovan will likely strike — not against Stefan directly, but against Renee or the children — forcing Stefan and Renee into their first real collaboration in years. And maybe, just maybe, Renee's cold exterior will crack when she realizes just how far Stefan is willing to go to protect her.
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