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…”

warily. She was not too comfortable with being intimate with him and

I can taste

and said with an insincere smile, “Didn’t you

This le Callad

everything? Why are

be called conservative? This is called boundaries

raised her eyebrows, looking

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

you to be so good at cooking as a big

chef in Seatle

not that

slender legs and arms. He lazily leaned against the counter and asked a hungry Shirley,

it, the food will taste good I guess your cooking

ex-husband Braden, should have enjoyed

and her fair face dimmed a little.

house know if my cooking is

“What do you mean?”

house. I only had eyes

make him a table of delicious and rich food. Unfortunately,

the same table with me less than ten times.

the dogs

Shirley thought of the stupid things she had done for Braden, she only

ridiculous.

been young and enthusiastic, and stubborn.

had still remained passionate.

She was the mother of two children. She had suffered

to throw

a plaything. No matter whom she loved, she would not

her two children.

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

now, would you still be

even think

doesn’t deserve it. My dishes are only made for those who

“What about me?”

He asked.

“You?”

think about it, Mr. Quintin laughed, “I was

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cooked, I prefer to

see you are the same as me. You love to give. Believe me. I know that. It is not good.

It is

head and seemed to be talking to

also

her cheeks were a little

he doing? Was he confessing his

could empathize with such sweet words and

‘like’ is general. For example, I like Bennett