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

can taste

with an insincere smile, “Didn’t

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are you so

called conservative? This is called boundaries between opposite

raised her eyebrows, looking

vegetable salad made by Mr. Quintin. Her eyes immediately

you to be so good at cooking as a

famous chef in

not that

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

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

have enjoyed

and her fair face dimmed a little. Then she laughed at herself

if my cooking

“What do you mean?”

first married him, I always stayed at the house. I only had

of delicious and

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

the dogs

Shirley thought of the stupid things she had done

ridiculous.

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

had still remained passionate.

She was the mother of two children. She had suffered enough. She would no

silly to throw herself

her, a man was just a plaything. No matter whom she loved, she would not love

her two children.

listening to Shirley’s complaint. He then said, “If he is interested in

you cook now, would you still be willing to

even think

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

“What about me?”

He asked.

“You?”

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

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I prefer

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more. It

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

also a kind

was slightly surprised, and her cheeks

he confessing

could empathize with such sweet words and was naturally

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