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

“I, I can

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

This le

everything? Why are you so

This is called boundaries between

raised her eyebrows, looking

the vegetable salad made by Mr. Quintin. Her

to be so good at cooking as a big

chef

not

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

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

have enjoyed the food

moment, and her fair face dimmed a little. Then

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

“What do you mean?”

him, I always stayed at the house. I only had eyes

and rich food. Unfortunately, he

table with me less than

the dogs

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

ridiculous.

young and enthusiastic, and stubborn. Even if her

had still remained passionate.

it was different. She was the mother of two children. She had suffered

silly to throw herself into a

a man was just a plaything. No matter whom she loved, she

her two children.

for a while after listening to Shirley’s complaint. He then said, “If he

you cook now, would you still be willing to

think about

deserve it. My dishes

“What about me?”

He asked.

“You?”

about to think about it, Mr.

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cooked, I prefer to

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

It is

shook his head and seemed to be talking to himself and Shirley.

like is also a

her

he doing? Was he confessing his

such sweet

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