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!”

did 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

a bow around the waistband neatly. She patted the man’s back and said jokingly, “Hmm, not bad. You look like

He had wide shoulders, a narrow

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

plenty of men she met after her divorce were comparable to Stefan, even Isaac,

Mr. Q set the timer to wait for the

casually grabbed a kiwi to

while stirring it with a spoon. He then scooped a

see if you

“Umm…”

used to being so intimate with a

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

It’s called a sense of boundaries – a sense of boundaries between men

and put

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 truly are

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255