# Chapter 671: The Doghouse Proposal
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 671 of "The Untouchable Ex Wife." Oh, my dear readers, this chapter is a delightful mix of stubborn persistence, reluctant acceptance, and one of the most amusing living arrangements you could ever imagine. Stefan Hunt, that ever-resourceful and determined man, has truly outdone himself this time—and Renee, as always, has a sharp wit that leaves us all chuckling. So grab a cup of tea, settle in, and let me take you through this wonderfully entertaining chapter where love, pride, and a doghouse collide in the most unexpected way!
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The morning sun had barely stretched its golden fingers across the manor grounds when Stefan Hunt stood before Renee, his voice filled with a gentle yet insistent urgency. "Just say yes. You can always kick me out if it doesn't work out, right?" he urged, watching her every expression with the careful attention of a man who had staked his entire future on her answer.
Renee, blinded and unable to see the earnest look in his deep-set eyes, found herself cornered. She had always been a woman of sharp words and sharper wit, but Stefan had a way of disarming her defenses with his relentless sincerity. She searched her mind for another reason to reject him—any reason at all—but found none that would hold water. Finally, with a grumpy pout that she would never admit to, she muttered, "Whatever. I can't see, so it doesn't matter to me."
The moment those words left her lips, a transformation occurred. Stefan's deep-set eyes brightened immediately, his entire face lighting up as if the sun itself had decided to shine just for him. He could hardly believe it. The first step—the most crucial step—had gone far more smoothly than he had ever dared to hope. All those days of persistence, of patient determination, were finally paying off. He had learned that when it came to dealing with Renee, being persistent wasn't just a strategy—it was the only strategy that worked.
But before the triumphant joy could fully settle in his heart, a sharp voice cut through the morning air like a blade.
"Ms. Ren, whose luggage is at the door..."
Margaret emerged from the manor, her eyes wide with confusion as she took in the scene before her. There stood Stefan Hunt, bags at his feet, looking like a man who had just won a great victory. And there stood Renee, her expression unreadable but somehow softer than usual. Margaret's protective instincts kicked into overdrive. She remembered all too well the pain this man had caused her mistress, and she would not stand by and watch history repeat itself.
"What are you doing here, Master Hunt? What are you trying to do to Ms. Ren?" Margaret's voice trembled with a mix of fear and fury as she rushed forward, positioning herself squarely in front of Renee like a shield. Her eyes blazed with determination as she glared at Stefan. "You're not welcome here. Please leave!"
The air grew tense, charged with the electricity of an impending confrontation. But Renee, ever the calm commander of her own destiny, simply waved her hand dismissively. The gesture was so casual, so utterly unconcerned, that it defused the tension in an instant. "Just ignore him, Margaret. He's free labor, so feel free to order him around."
Stefan, ever the gentleman even in the most awkward of circumstances, nodded humbly. Despite the undignified label of "free labor," he somehow managed to look elegant, his posture refined and his expression cooperative. "That's right," he added with practiced grace. "Just let me do all the dirty and tedious chores."
"Ah, um..." Margaret's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. She was utterly bewildered. She had only been gone for a few minutes—a few short minutes!—and yet in that brief span of time, the entire dynamics of the household had shifted in ways she could not begin to comprehend. What sorcery was this? What had this man said to her mistress to earn such tolerance?
Renee, sensing Margaret's confusion, continued with her characteristic calm authority. "Just let him stay since he's brought his luggage here. Isn't there a room for Barky in the backyard? Let him clean it up and stay there."
The words hung in the air, deceptively innocent. Margaret blinked, her protective fury slowly giving way to a creeping sense of bemused understanding. Barky's room. The doghouse. Of course.
Stefan, however, had not yet caught on. His ears perked up at Renee's words, and a warm feeling spread through his chest. She was arranging accommodation for him! Despite her gruff exterior, she was truly thinking of his comfort! He smiled, touched by what he interpreted as her hidden care for him, and asked with genuine curiosity, "You don't have to trouble yourself. Just give me a small room—I'm not fussy when it comes to living arrangements." Then, after a beat, he added, "By the way, who's Barky? Was he your former housekeeper?"
The question was asked with such innocent sincerity that for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.
Renee's lips curved into a smile—not a warm smile, not a kind smile, but the smile of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing and was thoroughly enjoying every moment of it. "Well... I guess you could say that since he was my guard dog," she explained, her voice dripping with honeyed innocence.
The pieces clicked into place in Stefan's mind with the force of a thunderbolt. His eyes widened, his jaw tightened, and he gritted his teeth as the full weight of her meaning crashed down upon him. "You... you're asking me to stay in the doghouse?" The words came out through clenched teeth, a mixture of disbelief and indignation coloring his voice.
Renee's smile only grew wider, though he could not see it. There was a playful, almost mischievous energy about her now—a side of her that had been buried beneath layers of pain and mistrust. "I can't do anything about it since I've only got one empty room here," she said innocently, as if she had absolutely no idea what she was doing. But she did. Oh, she certainly did.
This was a test. A deliberate, calculated test designed to see if Stefan would turn tail and run at the first sign of indignity. After all, what self-respecting man—especially a man of Stefan Hunt's status and pride—would agree to sleep in a doghouse?
But Stefan Hunt was no ordinary man. And when it came to Renee, his pride had long since taken a backseat to something far more powerful.
"No, it's fine as long as I can lie down," Stefan said immediately, the words tumbling out with such speed that they betrayed his desperate eagerness. He straightened his shoulders, lifted his chin, and without a moment's hesitation, stood up and dragged his luggage along. "I'll go and clean it up... I'm looking forward to it!"
And with that, the mighty Stefan Hunt marched toward the backyard, his luggage in tow, his dignity nowhere to be found, and a bizarre sense of anticipation bubbling within him. He was going to stay in a doghouse. The man who had once commanded boardrooms and bent the world to his will was about to make a home in Barky's old quarters.
And yet, as he walked, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Because he was closer to Renee than he had been in a very long time. And that, to him, was worth every ounce of sacrificed pride.
Margaret stood frozen, watching the surreal scene unfold before her eyes. Her mind reeled with questions: What had happened while she was away? Had the world gone mad? Had Stefan Hunt truly just agreed to live in a doghouse? And more importantly—what kind of hold did her mistress have over this man that he would humble himself so completely?
Renee, for her part, maintained her composed expression. But somewhere deep within her heart, a tiny crack appeared in the wall she had built around herself. She could not see his face, could not witness the strange joy in his eyes as he accepted his ridiculous fate. But she could hear it in his voice. She could feel it in the air.
And for the first time in a long time, Renee found herself wondering if perhaps—just perhaps—Stefan Hunt's persistence was not merely a passing whim, but something far more enduring. Something that even a doghouse could not diminish.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Oh, what a delightfully entertaining chapter! I found myself grinning from ear to ear as I read about Stefan's utter humiliation and his willing acceptance of it. There is something so endearing about a powerful man who would stoop to sleeping in a doghouse just to be near the woman he loves. The dynamic between Stefan and Renee is absolutely captivating—her sharp wit and playful teasing showing glimpses of the warm, mischievous woman beneath her hardened exterior, and his unwavering persistence proving that his feelings are genuine and deep. Margaret's protective confusion added the perfect touch of comedic relief, and Renee's clever "Barky" maneuver was nothing short of brilliant. Watching Stefan misinterpret her words as care, only to realize he would be residing in a former dog's quarters, was absolutely priceless. This chapter beautifully balances humor, heart, and the slow, cautious rekindling of trust between two wounded souls. I am thoroughly charmed and deeply invested in seeing where this peculiar living arrangement leads!
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
Oh, dear readers, the comedy has only just begun! I predict that the next chapter will show us the hilarious reality of Stefan Hunt actually settling into the doghouse, with Margaret either secretly enjoying his discomfort or perhaps even being ordered by Renee to make his stay as unpleasant as possible. But knowing Stefan's resourceful nature, he will likely turn this humiliating situation into an opportunity to win Renee's heart through persistent, small acts of service around the manor. Perhaps we will also see a glimpse of Stefan's vulnerability—a moment where his playful acceptance cracks to reveal just how far he is willing to go for Renee, leaving both her and the readers deeply moved. And of course, the outside world will surely get wind of this scandalous arrangement, bringing fresh chaos and interference into their unconventional domestic life!
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