Renee walked in with a curious expression and asked, “What can I help you with?”

Mr. Q was wearing disposable plastic gloves in both hands. He was marinating the steaks with a secret sauce.

“Help me wear the apron, please. My hands are occupied.”

He gestured to an apron hanging on the cabinet with his chin, giving out the command naturally.

“Help you… put on the apron?”

Renee felt a moment of awkwardness. She hesitated and did not move.

This kind of action was way too intimate. Wasn’t this usually something that only couples would do?

Mr. Q turned around and looked at her flatly. “Is something wrong? Are you… shy?”

“Of course not!”

him. She had to tiptoe to put the apron

and her thin fingers tied a bow around the waistband neatly. She patted the man’s back and said jokingly, “Hmm, not bad.

face was ruined, his body was top-notch. He had wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and firm muscles. His

vision was seriously too narrow in the past. Her eyes could see

after her divorce were comparable to Stefan, even Isaac,

Mr. Q set the timer to wait for the sauce

took off his plastic gloves and casually grabbed a

with a spoon. He then scooped a spoonful and

this and see

“Umm…”

back warily. She was not used to being so intimate with a man. She

lips curled into a weird smile. “I thought you’re a divorced woman who has

being conservative. It’s called a sense of boundaries – a sense

and

Q’s salad, her eyes immediately brightened. She could not help praising, “Oh my god, this is so good. Who would have thought that

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