When She Unveils Identities

Chapter 357 This Is Called Boundaries

Shirley walked in, her face full of curiosity. “What do you need me to help you with?”

Mr. Quintin wore disposable plastic gloves on his hands and was using the secret sauce to marinate the

steak.

“Help me put on the apron. My hands are not empty

He pointed his chin at the apron hanging from the cupboard and naturally ordered

“Help you… tie the apron?”

Shirley was embarrassed and froze in place.

This kind of action was too intimate. Wasn’t it usually the behavior of a loving couple?

He turned around and looked at her indifferently. He said in a clear voice, “Is there anything wrong? Or are

you shy?”

“Of course not!”

Shirley did not want Mr. Quintin to see her cowardly side. She could only bite the bullet and take off the

apron. Then, she stood behind him on tiptoes and helped him put on the apron. She pretended to not care

and said, “I am a divorced woman. I’ve experienced everything. How can I be shy?”

Her thin arms were wrapped around his strong waist. She neatly tied a bow on the apron belt with her slender fingers. She could not help but pat his back and tease, “Oh, not bad. You look like a family guy.”

Tsk tsk, even though Mr. Quintin’s face was ruined, his figure was first-class. He had wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and strong muscles. He was not inferior to her ex-husband, Braden.

In other words, there was plenty of fish in the sea. There was always someone better than Braden. She used

to be too narrow-minded and only had eyes for Braden.

However, after the divorce, she was surprised to find that even Devin, who lived by selling his good looks at

the bar, was on par with Braden!

Mr. Quintin finished marinating the steak and set a time to wait.

He took off the plastic gloves and casually took a strange fruit slice, ready to make a fruit yogurt salad.

“Have a taste of this. Do you like it?”

He stirred the fruit yogurt with a spoon and poured a spoonful of wheat into it. Then he scooped a spoonful

and handed it to Shirley’s mouth.

“Well…”

She was not too comfortable with being intimate with him and took the

I can

smile, “Didn’t you say as a divorced

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Why are

This

her eyebrows, looking

the vegetable salad made by Mr. Quintin. Her eyes immediately lit up, and she

this is too delicious. I didn’t expect you to be so good at cooking as a big man.

famous chef in

am not that

crossed his slender legs and arms. He lazily leaned against the counter and asked a

the food will taste good

Braden, should have enjoyed the

her fair face dimmed a little.

Stewart’s house know if my cooking is

“What do you mean?”

first married him, I always stayed at the house. I only had eyes for him. The thing I

was to make him a table of delicious and rich food. Unfortunately, he didn’t

same table with me less than ten times. What I cooked should have been fed

the dogs

she had done for

ridiculous.

and enthusiastic, and stubborn. Even if her love had been unrequited,

had still remained passionate.

two children. She had suffered enough. She

silly to throw herself into a

plaything. No matter whom she loved, she would not love him

her two children.

Quintin was silent for a while after listening to Shirley’s complaint.

now, would you still be willing to

even think about

“He doesn’t deserve it. My dishes are only made for

“What about me?”

He asked.

“You?”

Mr. Quintin laughed, “I was just

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cooked, I prefer

give. Believe me.

more. It is

talking to himself and

is also a kind of

slightly surprised, and her cheeks were a little

he confessing his feelings for

could empathize with such sweet

example, I like Bennett and Alisha. I also like to