# Chapter 670: A Father's Place
Hello everyone, it’s me again! How are you all doing? I’m so glad to be back with you as we dive into another stirring chapter of "The Untouchable Ex Wife." Today we’re stepping into the quiet, fragile peace that follows a storm—a moment where two wounded souls try to find their footing amidst the debris of the past. And oh, how these two manage to surprise each other… Let’s walk through Chapter 670 together, shall we?
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The dim, warm glow of the manor’s living room held a strange kind of stillness—the kind that exists only after fear has been whispered away. Renee sat curled in her bean bag, her sightless eyes still adjusting to a world now painted in darkness. Her heart hammered from the conversation, not with panic, but with cautious hope.
Stefan’s voice, deep and low, had just wrapped around the silence of her mind like a blanket. A few simple words from him had carried enough weight to ease the knot that had been tightening in her chest for days. *He said he wouldn't take the children.*
But Renee was no fool. Her fingers twisted slightly in her lap as she held her breath and then voiced the very fear that had haunted her nights.
“Do you really think so?” she asked, her voice small, yet surprisingly steady. Then, the old habit of self-protection crept in. She tilted her head and let the hurt spill out: “Or… do you want to snatch the kids away from me?”
It was a reasonable question. A terrifying one too. Because Renee was painfully aware of her own fragility in this moment—a blind woman, barely holding herself together, standing against the sweeping power of the Hunt family. If they wanted custody, if they wanted her children, they could almost certainly take them. Legally, it would be as easy as breathing. Rationally, she knew she wouldn’t stand a chance.
There was a beat of silence. Then, Stefan’s tone softened, touched by an unmistakable warmth that Renee hadn’t expected.
“No,” he said, firmly and calmly. “The kids belong to us, and we’re not rivals. I don’t care if they’re with you or with me—as long as they’re happy.”
Renee felt the air shift in her lungs. She hadn’t realized she had been holding her breath until this very moment.
And then, with a tease so light it caught her entirely off guard, Stefan added, “You can have custody of me too.”
Renee couldn’t help it. A small, unexpected laugh escaped her lips—bright, genuine, like sunshine breaking through rain. She shook her head and felt her cheeks lift into a smile she couldn’t suppress.
“Are you out of your mind?”
Stefan mirrored her laugh, a soft, uncharacteristically warm sound escaping him as well.
“As you know,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of playful guilt, “my brain’s a bit messed up. It’s still healing, so I hope you won’t be too hard on me.”
Renee’s smile lingered, but as it faded, a certain quiet firmness settled over her features. She could laugh with him, but she would not let herself forget her boundaries. She straightened her posture slightly, even though she couldn’t see him, and spoke with all the honesty she could muster.
“Well, I won’t hate you,” Renee said, her tone friendly yet unyielding. “And you can do whatever you want as long as you don’t plot schemes, take away my kids, or target my brother.”
Those were her lines in the sand. She had been exhausted—drained from days of worrying about attacks, of fearing for everyone she loved, of wondering who from the shadows would strike next. And now she was blind, powerless in so many physical ways. All she wanted was to be left alone to heal and to protect the few precious souls she guarded with everything she had left.
Stefan didn’t hesitate. There was no shuffling, no evasion. Just his voice, low and clear like a solemn vow beneath the moon.
“Okay, you have my word.”
And he meant it. Every syllable rang with sincerity. Frankly, Stefan knew—even if his memories had remained locked away—he would never have plotted schemes against Quinton. He wouldn’t have fought Renee’s brother, wouldn’t have hurt her family. If he was truly that kind of man, why would he have gone all out—throwing his entire being into the fight—to ask Owen to save Quinton’s life? No. Every action he had taken, every hidden motive Renee still couldn’t conceive of, existed for one purpose only: to adore her, shield her, and make amends. With his memories now fully restored, he had no desire for war—only for Renee’s happiness.
Renee absorbed his words, letting them slowly weave into a sense of trust. She frowned for a moment, then gave a resigned nod.
“Okay. Umm… can you go now?”
Her trust in him was real. She genuinely felt as if the heavy, bitter grudges of the past had finally begun to dissolve. And strangely, alongside that release bloomed an awkwardness she didn’t know how to navigate around him. It was easier when she could be angry. Easier when her heart could just shut him out. But this in-between state—this peaceful, uncertain bridge between strangers and friends—made her fidget.
Stefan, however, had absolutely no intention of leaving.
He casually pulled a stool across the floor, the scrape of its legs punctuating his decision, and planted himself beside her bean bag. Then, with the air of a righteous man who had every right to be exactly where he was, he declared:
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Renee’s brow knit tightly. “What?”
Stefan leaned back, crossing his arms like a king settling into his throne. “Adie and Abby are here,” he said simply. “And I’m their father. Plus, you made me promise not to take them, so…” he paused for effect, a note of challenge in his voice, “I’m not going. I want to live with my kids.”
He carefully, quite deliberately, omitted the other reason—the real reason. He wanted to be where *she* was. But Renee was far too sharp to be entirely fooled.
“No, Stefan. Why are you being so shameless?” Renee groaned, burying her face in her hands.
There was a rustle as Stefan waved off her protest, grinning with shameless charm that was dangerously close to endearing.
“What’s the big deal? This manor is so large,” he reasoned. “And I’m sure there’s an empty room I can stay in. I’ll stay here and work for you. I’ll take care of the kids and help them with their homework. You’ve got nothing to lose, right?”
Renee paused. Her rational mind, ever practical, began to turn over his proposition. A live-in helper—able-bodied, intelligent, and utterly invested in her children’s welfare? No salary required? The cost-effectiveness was undeniable. A steady presence to help with homework, with discipline, with everything she could no longer physically do for Adie and Abby now that she was blind. It made sense.
She bit her lip, letting out an uncertain hum. “Well, you’re not wrong…”
But the more she thought about it, the stronger the oddity crept in. This man—cold, distant, unreachable Stefan Hunt—was sitting by her side practically begging to stay under her roof. He should have been stern and unreadable, not this playful, persistent, utterly shameless version of himself. It felt like the very fabric of reality had been twisted.
She sighed, unable to shake the strange warmth settling in her chest as a new thought surfaced.
What had happened to him? Why, after his brain surgery, had the ice-cold man turned into this sunny, teasing presence?
Despite all logic, though, Renee couldn’t help but smile—just a little.
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And that, my dear readers, is beautifully terrifying, isn’t it? Because when the heart begins to open again, the world becomes a place of both breathtaking possibility and heartbreaking risk.
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### Reader’s Impressions & Star Rating
What a gorgeous, tender chapter this was! After so much tension and heartbreak, it felt like a deep exhale. Renee’s cautious vulnerability and Stefan’s shameless yet genuine persistence create an electric dynamic that's both amusing and deeply touching. Watching Stefan shed his cold armor and fight to simply be near his children—and near Renee—is a beautiful character evolution. You can almost feel the walls between them beginning to thaw. It’s quiet, subtle, and absolutely compelling.
⭐ **Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars**
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### Next Chapter Prediction
Now that Stefan has officially moved into the manor, get ready for sparks to fly! Renee might be telling herself this is a temporary arrangement for the children, but Stefan clearly has a bigger plan in his heart. With his memories fully restored, there's no telling what romantic gestures or secret acts of devotion he’ll begin to wage. However, dark forces still lurk in the shadows—and someone watching their growing bond may soon make an unexpected move to tear them apart again. Tension is building both inside and outside the manor walls!
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