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!”

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

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

wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and firm

Her vision was seriously too

were comparable to Stefan, even Isaac,

Mr. Q set the timer to wait for the sauce

plastic gloves and casually grabbed a kiwi to make a fruit yogurt

it with a spoon. He then scooped a spoonful and

this and see if you like

“Umm…”

being so intimate with a man. She awkwardly took the spoon and

a weird smile. “I thought you’re a divorced woman who has experienced everything before? Why are

called a sense of boundaries – a sense of boundaries between men and

raised her eyebrows and put on

salad, her eyes immediately brightened. She could not help praising, “Oh my god, this is so

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