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!”

to tiptoe to put the apron over his head. She pretended to be nonchalant and

the waistband neatly. She patted the man’s back and said jokingly, “Hmm, not

Mr. Q’s face was ruined, his body was top-notch. He had wide shoulders,

other trees in the forest. Her vision was seriously too narrow in the

after her divorce were comparable to Stefan, even Isaac,

Mr. Q set the timer

took off his plastic gloves and casually grabbed a kiwi

while stirring it with a spoon. He then scooped a spoonful

see if

“Umm…”

being so intimate with a man. She

smile. “I thought you’re a divorced woman who has

sense of boundaries – a sense of

and put on a righteous

eyes immediately brightened. She could not help praising, “Oh my god, this is so good. Who would have thought that a burly man like you would have such delicate skills? You truly are “Beach City’s Famous

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