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!”

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

wrapped around the man’s strong waist, and her thin fingers tied a bow around the waistband neatly. She patted the man’s back

top-notch. He had wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and firm muscles. His body was on par with

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

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

Mr. Q set the timer to wait for the sauce

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

it with a spoon. He

see if

“Umm…”

to being so intimate with a man. She awkwardly took

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

conservative. It’s called a sense of boundaries

eyebrows and put on a

having a 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 you would have such

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