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…”

comfortable with being intimate with him and took the

“I, I can

with an insincere smile, “Didn’t you

This le Callad

Why are you

can this be called conservative? This

raised her eyebrows, looking

by Mr. Quintin.

didn’t expect you to be so good at

famous chef in Seatle

am not

lazily leaned against the

the food will taste good I guess your

have enjoyed

a moment, and her fair face dimmed a little. Then she laughed at herself “Maybe

in the Stewart’s house know if my cooking is good. How can Braden

“What do you mean?”

house. I

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

less than ten times. What I cooked should have been fed

the dogs

had done for Braden, she only felt

ridiculous.

and stubborn. Even if her

had still remained passionate.

two children. She had suffered

throw herself into a

was just a plaything. No matter whom

her two children.

a while after listening to Shirley’s complaint.

now, would you still be willing to

even think about

it. My dishes are only made for those who are

“What about me?”

He asked.

“You?”

Shirley was about to think about it, Mr. Quintin laughed, “I was just joking.

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I prefer to

to give. Believe me. I know that. It is

more. It is

head and seemed to be talking to himself and

is also a kind

her cheeks were

Was he confessing his

could empathize with such sweet words

is general. For example, I like Bennett and Alisha.