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…”

was not too comfortable with being intimate with him

“I, I can taste it

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

This le

everything? Why are you

called conservative? This is called boundaries between opposite sexes.

raised her eyebrows, looking

of the vegetable salad made by Mr. Quintin. Her

I didn’t expect you to be so good at cooking as a big man.

famous chef

not

lazily leaned

you put your heart into it, the food will taste good

Braden, should have enjoyed the

fair face dimmed

in the Stewart’s house know if my cooking is

“What do you mean?”

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

and

he ate at the same table with me less than ten

the dogs

Shirley thought of the stupid things she had done for Braden, she only felt it was pathetic

ridiculous.

and enthusiastic, and stubborn. Even if her love had

had still remained passionate.

She was the mother of two children. She had

silly to throw herself into

No matter whom she loved, she would not love him more

her two children.

to Shirley’s complaint. He then said, “If

you cook now, would you still

even think

dishes are only made for those who are worth

“What about me?”

He asked.

“You?”

Mr. Quintin laughed, “I was just joking. Compared to eating

This

2/4

cooked, I prefer to cook

me. You love to give. Believe me. I know that. It is not good. It

more. It

his head and seemed to be talking to

you like is also

slightly surprised, and her cheeks were a

was he doing? Was he

sweet words and was naturally

For example, I