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

I can taste it

with an insincere smile, “Didn’t you say as a divorced

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everything? Why are you so

conservative? This

raised her eyebrows,

vegetable salad made by Mr. Quintin. Her eyes

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

chef in Seatle

am not

crossed his slender legs and arms. He lazily leaned

it, the food will taste

Braden, should have

dimmed a little. Then she laughed at herself “Maybe only

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

“What do you mean?”

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

delicious and rich food. Unfortunately, he didn’t

table with me less than ten

the dogs

had done for Braden, she only felt it

ridiculous.

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

had still remained passionate.

was the mother of two

to throw herself into

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

her two children.

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

still be willing to cook for

think about

it. My dishes are only made for those

“What about me?”

He asked.

“You?”

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

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you cooked, I prefer to cook

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

more. It is

talking to himself and

like is also a

surprised, and her cheeks were

doing? Was he

sweet words

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