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!”

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 experienced everything

bow around the waistband neatly. She patted the man’s back

face was ruined, his body was top-notch. He had wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and firm muscles.

lots of other trees in the forest. Her vision

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

set the timer to wait for the sauce

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

while stirring it with a spoon. He then

this and see

“Umm…”

not used to being so intimate with a man. She awkwardly took the spoon and said, “I

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

isn’t being conservative. It’s called a sense of boundaries – a sense of boundaries between men and women,

raised her eyebrows and put

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

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