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!”

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 nonchalant and said, “I’m a divorced woman. I’ve

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

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

in the forest. Her vision was seriously too narrow in the past. Her eyes

comparable to Stefan,

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

plastic gloves and casually grabbed a kiwi

stirring it with a

see if you like

“Umm…”

was not used to being so intimate with a man. She awkwardly took the

into a weird smile. “I thought you’re a divorced woman who has experienced everything before?

conservative. It’s called a sense of boundaries – a sense of boundaries

eyebrows and

eyes immediately brightened. She could not help praising, “Oh my god, this is so good. Who would have thought that a

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