The Untouchable Ex Wife novel Chapter 937

Quinton donned an apron and went to work in the kitchen. He grinned pleasantly and responded, "I’m not the best cook out there. It’s simply that I am mature at a young age. Therefore, I’m accustomed to performing duties like purchasing groceries, cooking, and washing clothes."

Renee leaned against the wall, staring at the busy but organized man as she wondered how many dinners he must've prepared to be this acquainted with cooking.

"Quinton, could you tell me how you survived all these years?" she asked, phrasing her words carefully, afraid that her question might trigger his pain.

The knife in his hand stopped chopping the vegetable, and he pursed his lips without uttering anything.

"If it’s uncomfortable telling me, then you don’t have to. After all, that was in the past, and it doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is the future!"

She could feel that his mood had soured and swiftly shifted the topic.

"It's fine..."

He smiled faintly at her and resumed cutting as he said casually, "I don’t tell many people of my past. To be more accurate, I’ve never told anyone about my past. But you're unique. You’re my sister. If you want to know, I’ll tell you everything."

"Okay. I’m listening." She bowed her head and was prepared to hear him out.

She understood that this would be a long and miserable story.

"I grew up in a small fishing village in Beach City. My adoptive parents are two good fishermen. I have an incompetent older brother and an obedient little sister at home. I knew I was adopted since I was a child because my clothes were always ripped. They were passed down after their original owners decided to discard them. The meals I had were the leftovers that my brother and sister left. After I graduated high school, I was compelled to abandon my studies. Do you know I got first place out of all students in the exam? I could answer questions easily even the teachers couldn’t."

At the mention of this, his pair of eyes turned red.