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 him and took

can taste it

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

757 This

are you

can this be called conservative? This is

her eyebrows,

salad made by Mr. Quintin. Her eyes

to be so good at cooking as a big man. No wonder you

chef in Seatle

am not that

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

your heart into it, the food will taste good

Braden, should have enjoyed the food

for a moment, and her fair face dimmed a

if my cooking is good. How can Braden

“What do you mean?”

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

delicious and rich food. Unfortunately, he didn’t care. We were married

me less than ten times. What I cooked should have

the dogs

had done for Braden, she only felt it

ridiculous.

been young and enthusiastic, and stubborn. Even if

had still remained passionate.

She was the mother of two

silly to throw

a plaything. No matter whom she loved, she would not love

her two children.

Quintin was silent for a while after listening to Shirley’s complaint. He then said, “If he is interested

you cook now, would you still be willing to cook

think about

dishes are only made for

“What about me?”

He asked.

“You?”

it, Mr. Quintin laughed,

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cooked, I prefer to

the same as me. You love to give. Believe me. I know that.

more. It is

his head and seemed to be talking to

is also a

surprised, and her cheeks were a little

he confessing his feelings for

sweet words and

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