# Chapter 632: A Misplaced Call, A Jealous Heart, and a Bowl of Chicken Soup
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 632 of "The Untouchable Ex Wife" — a chapter filled with tangled emotions, interrupted loyalties, and a forbidden burst of jealousy that refuses to stay buried. So grab your favorite drink, settle in, and let’s dive into this gripping tale together!
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As the whispered words left her lips, Renee immediately wanted to snatch them back. She froze in place, her heart suddenly galloping like a wild horse. Why did she poke her nose into Stefan's business? Why did she care? Stefan and Seraphina were childhood sweethearts — destined souls who had loved each other long before Renee ever entered the picture. They were preparing for their wedding, their bright future stretching out before them like a flawless sea of silk. And if her simple phone call stirred up trouble between them... Renee would be no better than a certified homewrecker.
That ugly word echoed in her mind: *homewrecker*. She couldn't bear it. Whatever complicated threads still clung to her heart whenever Stefan Hunt was mentioned, Renee Everheart refused to be the woman who tore another woman's happiness apart. She lowered her head and let out a long, weary sigh, promising herself she would mind her own business from now on.
Meanwhile, in the towering CEO's office of Hunt Enterprise, the atmosphere was charged with a different kind of electricity. Stefan sat rigid in his chair, his sharp jaw clenched, his dark eyes boring into the screen of his phone as if he could burn a hole straight through it. Beside him, Elijah stood with his arms crossed, while a young expert hacker — someone Elijah had hired at an exorbitant cost — typed furiously at his laptop, his nimble fingers dancing over the keyboard.
"Did you find her?" Stefan's voice was low, cutting through the silence like a blade.
"Yes!" The young man adjusted his glasses, and a spark of excitement lit up his face. "Ms. Everheart's current location is in a forest eighty kilometers away from Beach City, based on the signal transmitted by her phone." He reeled off a precise set of coordinates, complete with latitude and longitude, as if handing Stefan a loaded weapon.
Elijah quickly pulled up the coordinates online. But when the search results flashed across the screen, his eyes widened in disbelief. He cleared his throat awkwardly, then turned to Stefan with visible hesitation. "The coordinates belong to a manor, Mr. Hunt... and it seems to be in Jovan's name." He paused, swallowing hard. "Is she... with Jovan right now?"
For a moment, the entire office went deadly silent. Then Stefan's voice came out laced with cold fury. "You don't have to explain it to me. I'm not blind!" He snarled and slammed his fist against the table so hard that the vibration rippled through the room. A bitter chuckle escaped his lips, sharp and mocking. "Well, well... I was worried that something had happened to her, but she was just having a reunion with an old friend. I should really... mind my own business."
The words were soaked in sarcasm, but behind them was something far more fragile. A wounded pride that refused to be acknowledged. A gnawing ache that tore at his chest no matter how hard he tried to suppress it.
Elijah stepped forward cautiously, choosing his words with care. "Please calm down, Mr. Hunt. Ms. Everheart is single now, so she can meet whoever she wants. It's a bit inappropriate that you care about this so much."
Stefan shot him a cold glare, but Elijah held his ground. Truth be told, Elijah felt nothing but pity for the brooding magnate. Although Stefan had lost his memories, his concern for Renee seemed to be carved directly into his bones, woven into the very fabric of his soul. No matter how many memories were erased, some bonds simply refused to dissolve. Time and time again, Stefan would lose control when it came to Renee, and every time, Elijah watched him sink deeper into a quiet torment. If the story between Stefan and Renee had truly reached its end — well, Elijah quietly wished that Stefan would finally let go, forget the past, and build a new life with someone who could offer him peace instead of painful echoes.
"Is there any other matter to attend to?" Stefan asked, massaging his temples as if trying to physically press the thoughts out of his head — Renee's face, Renee's voice, Renee's every betrayal of his concern.
"Ms. Murphy called earlier," Elijah said, his tone deliberately calm. "She was worried about your health since you've been working overtime ever since you recovered. She made some soup for you and brought it personally."
Stefan's expression only grew more impatient. "Tell her I don't need it," he said coldly.
Elijah hesitated, then pressed on gently. "But she's already downstairs, Mr. Hunt. It took her a few hours to make that soup. She even burned her hands during the process... it will be quite heartbreaking if you make her leave now."
Elijah knew exactly what he was doing. Even though he harbored a private distaste for Seraphina — something about her felt scheming, two-faced — he couldn't deny that she appeared to be the most suitable partner for Stefan at this moment. She and Stefan had grown up together, their families deeply intertwined, and she clearly cared for him. If Stefan was destined to drift apart from Renee forever, Elijah hoped he would at least find solace in Seraphina's devotion.
"She burned her hands making it?" Stefan asked, the edge in his voice softening just a little. Something flickered in his eyes — guilt, perhaps, or a reluctant sense of obligation. He lowered his phone, deliberately forcing himself to stop thinking about a certain woman hidden away in Jovan's manor.
Finally, he raised his hand and said, "Let her in."
The door swung open instantly, as if she had been waiting with her ear pressed against the wood. Seraphina burst into the office with barely contained excitement, her face radiant like a sunflower chasing the sun. "Stefan!" she chirped, practically skipping toward him while hugging a thermos to her chest.
She unscrewed the lid, and immediately a rich, savory scent filled every corner of the room. Steam curled upward like fragrant ribbons, carrying warmth that seemed to melt away some of the tension in Stefan's stiff shoulders.
"I made you chicken soup," Seraphina said sweetly, her voice dripping with tender concern. "It'll be good for your stomach, since you have gastritis. You really need to take better care of yourself! You should hurry up and drink it while it's still hot."
Stefan glanced at the offered soup, then at Seraphina's hopeful eyes, and finally allowed his rigid posture to ease. He reached out, accepting the thermos, and gave a small nod.
"Wow, it smells so nice, Ms. Murphy!" Elijah chimed in from the side, a well-timed compliment meant to smooth over the atmosphere. "I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking."
Seraphina's cheeks flushed with pleasure, and she beamed at Elijah before turning her full attention back to Stefan — her voice soft, her gaze devoted, as if she were looking at the entire universe contained within one man.
But even as she hovered over him, even as the fragrant soup warmed his hands, the memory of Renee's forest retreat darkened the corners of Stefan's mind like gathering storm clouds. He smiled at Seraphina, yes, but his smile never quite reached his eyes.
The jealousy, the unanswered questions, the quiet ache of self-deception — all of it still simmered beneath the surface, waiting for the moment it would finally boil over.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Oh, this chapter was a delicious cocktail of tension and quiet heartbreak! Watching Stefan spiral into jealousy when he has absolutely no right to be jealous is both frustrating and fascinating. There's something so painfully human about his behavior — he lost his memories, but his heart clearly still remembers Renee in ways his mind cannot grasp. And poor Renee! She's caught in that agonizing position of caring for someone she can't allow herself to care about, tormented by the fear of being labeled a homewrecker. Meanwhile, Elijah continues to steal the spotlight as the voice of practicality, and Seraphina... well, let's just say her timing is almost too perfect, isn't it? The contrast between Seraphina's warm soup and the cold fire of Stefan's suppressed jealousy creates an atmosphere full of contradictions. This chapter beautifully illustrates that love doesn't disappear just because we pretend it doesn't exist — it lingers, wounds, and demands to be felt.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.7 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
The tension between Stefan and Seraphina is bound to explode soon — a man cannot swallow jealousy with a bowl of chicken soup and truly move on. I predict that Stefan, unable to bear the image of Renee with Jovan any longer, will concoct an excuse to leave abruptly and finally confront Renee at that manor. Meanwhile, Seraphina will surely sense his distance and double down on her efforts to secure her place as his future wife. Renee, on the other hand, may be forced to face not only Jovan's presence but also her own dangerously lingering feelings for the man she claims no longer matters to her. A storm is coming, dear readers — I can feel it in the air!
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