Renee walked in with a curious expression and asked, “What can I help you with?”

Mr. Q was wearing disposable plastic gloves in both hands. He was marinating the steaks with a secret sauce.

“Help me wear the apron, please. My hands are occupied.”

He gestured to an apron hanging on the cabinet with his chin, giving out the command naturally.

“Help you… put on the apron?”

Renee felt a moment of awkwardness. She hesitated and did not move.

This kind of action was way too intimate. Wasn’t this usually something that only couples would do?

Mr. Q turned around and looked at her flatly. “Is something wrong? Are you… shy?”

“Of course not!”

grab the apron and moved behind him. She had to tiptoe to put the apron over his head. She pretended to be nonchalant and said, “I’m a divorced woman. I’ve experienced everything

bow around the waistband neatly. She patted

tsk, although Mr. Q’s face was ruined, his body was top-notch. He had wide shoulders, a

forest. Her vision was seriously too narrow in the past. Her eyes could see no one

after her divorce were comparable to Stefan, even Isaac, the escort she met

set the timer to wait for the sauce to seep

gloves and casually grabbed a

with a spoon. He then scooped a spoonful and offered

this and see if you

“Umm…”

so intimate with a man.

lips curled into a weird smile. “I thought you’re a divorced woman who

conservative. It’s called a sense of boundaries – a sense of boundaries between men and women,

her eyebrows and put on a righteous

immediately brightened. She could not help praising, “Oh my god, this is so good. Who would have thought that a burly man like you would have such delicate skills? You

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