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

“I, I can

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

This

everything? Why are you so

this be called conservative? This is called

raised her eyebrows, looking

a bite of the vegetable salad made by Mr. Quintin.

this is too delicious. I didn’t expect you to be so good at cooking as a

chef

am not

slender legs and arms. He lazily leaned against the

into it, the food will taste good I guess your cooking is also good.

Braden, should have

paused for a moment, and her fair face dimmed a little. Then she laughed at herself “Maybe only

know if my cooking is good.

“What do you mean?”

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

a table of delicious and rich

table with me less than ten times. What I cooked

the dogs

stupid things she had done for Braden,

ridiculous.

enthusiastic, and stubborn.

had still remained passionate.

different. She was the mother of two

throw herself into a

was just a plaything. No matter whom

her two children.

silent for a while after listening to Shirley’s

you cook now, would you still be

even think

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

“What about me?”

He asked.

“You?”

about to think about it, Mr. Quintin

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you cooked, I prefer to cook

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

more. It is

his head and seemed to be talking to himself and Shirley. “Sometimes, being able

also a

was slightly surprised, and her cheeks were a little

Was he confessing his

with such sweet words

so-called ‘like’ is general. For example, I like