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!”

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 be

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

his body was top-notch. He had wide shoulders, a narrow

was vast indeed. There were lots of other trees in the forest. Her vision was seriously too narrow in the past. Her eyes could see no one

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

Mr. Q set the timer to wait for

his plastic gloves and casually grabbed a kiwi to make a

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

and see if you

“Umm…”

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

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

isn’t being conservative. It’s called a sense of boundaries – a

raised her eyebrows and put on

is so good. Who would have thought that a burly man like you would have such delicate

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