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…”

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

can taste

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

This le Callad

Why are

conservative? This is called boundaries

raised her

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

you to be so good at

famous chef in Seatle

not

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

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

have

face dimmed a little. Then she laughed at

house know if my cooking is good.

“What do you mean?”

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

of delicious and rich food. Unfortunately, he didn’t care.

but he ate at the same table with me less than ten times. What I cooked should have

the dogs

things she had done for Braden, she only felt

ridiculous.

and stubborn. Even if her love had been

had still remained passionate.

of two children. She had suffered

silly to throw herself into a

whom she loved, she would not love him more than

her two children.

listening to Shirley’s complaint. He then said,

you cook now, would you still be willing to cook for

even think

dishes are only made

“What about me?”

He asked.

“You?”

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

This

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cooked, I prefer to cook for

Believe me. I know that. It is not good. It is better

It is

be talking to himself and

you like is also a kind of

her

Was he

empathize with such sweet words and was

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