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…”

too comfortable with

can

curled his lips and said with an insincere smile, “Didn’t you say as a divorced woman, you

757 This

everything? Why are you so

conservative? This

her eyebrows, looking

made by Mr. Quintin. Her eyes immediately lit up,

so good at cooking as a big man.

famous chef in

not that

arms. He lazily leaned against

put your heart into it, the food will taste good I guess your cooking is also good.

have enjoyed the

dimmed a little.

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

“What do you mean?”

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

delicious and rich food. Unfortunately, he didn’t care. We were married

he ate at the same table with me less than ten times. What

the dogs

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

ridiculous.

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

had still remained passionate.

of two children. She had suffered enough. She would

throw herself into a

was just a plaything. No matter whom she loved, she would not love him more than herself

her two children.

Shirley’s complaint. He then said, “If he is

would you still

think

resolutely, “He doesn’t deserve it. My dishes are

“What about me?”

He asked.

“You?”

Shirley was about to think about it, Mr. Quintin laughed,

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prefer

me. You love to give. Believe me. I

It

to

is also a kind

slightly surprised, and her cheeks were a

Was he confessing his feelings for

empathize with such sweet

so-called ‘like’ is general. For example, I