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!”

grab the apron and moved behind him. She had to tiptoe to put the apron over his head. She pretended to be nonchalant and said, “I’m a divorced woman. I’ve experienced everything before. Why would I

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

had wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and firm muscles. His body was on par

world was vast indeed. There were lots of other trees in the forest. Her vision

plenty of men she met after her divorce were comparable to Stefan, even Isaac,

marinating the steaks, Mr. Q set the timer to wait for the sauce

and casually grabbed a kiwi to make

into the fruit yogurt while stirring it with a spoon. He then scooped a

see

“Umm…”

so intimate with a man. She

into a weird smile. “I thought you’re a divorced woman

of boundaries – a sense of

raised her eyebrows and put on a

so good. Who would have thought that a burly man like

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