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!”

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

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

Q’s face was ruined, his body was top-notch. He had wide shoulders, a narrow

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

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

Mr. Q set the timer to wait for the sauce to

plastic gloves and casually grabbed a kiwi to make a

stirring it with a spoon. He then scooped a spoonful and offered it to

and see if you

“Umm…”

with a man. She awkwardly took the spoon and said, “I can do

you’re a

of boundaries – a sense of boundaries between men

eyebrows and put on a righteous

so good. Who would have thought that a burly man like you would have

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