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. 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 experienced everything before.

fingers tied a bow around the waistband neatly.

was top-notch. He had wide shoulders,

Her vision was

divorce were comparable to Stefan,

timer to

gloves and casually grabbed a kiwi to make a

poured oat into the fruit yogurt while stirring it with a spoon. He then scooped

this and see

“Umm…”

not used to being so intimate with a man.

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

called a sense of boundaries – a sense of boundaries between men

her eyebrows and put

my god, this is so good. Who would have thought that a burly man like you would have such delicate skills? You truly

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