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!”

behind him. She had to tiptoe to put the apron over his head. She pretended

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 like

was top-notch. He had wide shoulders, a

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

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

marinating the steaks, Mr. Q set the timer

took off his plastic gloves and casually grabbed a kiwi to make a fruit

yogurt while stirring it with a spoon. He then scooped a

and see if

“Umm…”

to being so intimate with a man. She awkwardly

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

boundaries – a sense of boundaries

eyebrows and put on a

my god, this is so good. Who would have thought

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