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 said, “I’m a divorced

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

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

in the forest. Her vision was seriously too narrow in the past. Her eyes could

met after her divorce were comparable to Stefan, even

timer to wait for

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

it with a spoon. He then scooped a spoonful and offered it

see if you

“Umm…”

leaned back warily. She was not used to being so intimate with a man. She awkwardly took the spoon and

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

conservative. It’s called a sense of boundaries – a sense of boundaries between men and women,

eyebrows and put on a righteous

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

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