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!”

forced herself to grab the apron and moved behind him. She had to tiptoe to put the apron

around the man’s strong waist, and her thin fingers tied a bow around the waistband neatly. She patted the

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

indeed. There were lots of other trees in the forest. Her vision was seriously too narrow

divorce were comparable to Stefan, even Isaac,

set the timer to wait

took off his plastic gloves and casually grabbed a kiwi

it with a spoon. He then scooped a spoonful

see

“Umm…”

was not used to being so intimate with a man. She awkwardly took the spoon and said, “I can

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

called a sense of boundaries – a sense of boundaries

raised her eyebrows and put on a righteous

so good.

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