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!”

want to show him her cowardly side, so she forced herself to grab the apron and moved behind him. She had to tiptoe to put the apron over his head. She pretended to be

arms wrapped around the man’s strong waist, and her thin fingers tied a bow around the waistband neatly. She patted the man’s back and said jokingly, “Hmm, not bad. You look

Mr. Q’s face was ruined, his body was top-notch. He had wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and firm muscles. His

vast indeed. There were lots of other trees in the forest. Her vision was seriously

were comparable to Stefan, even Isaac, the escort

the steaks, Mr. Q set the timer to wait for the

off his plastic gloves and casually grabbed a kiwi

a spoon.

see if

“Umm…”

with a man. She awkwardly took

a weird smile. “I thought you’re a divorced woman

called a sense of boundaries – a sense of boundaries

and put on

taste of Mr. Q’s salad, her eyes immediately brightened. She could not help praising, “Oh my god, this is so good. Who would have thought that a burly man like

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