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!”

had to tiptoe to put the apron over

thin fingers tied a bow around the waistband neatly. She patted the man’s

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

trees in the forest. Her vision was seriously

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

timer to wait for the sauce

took off his plastic gloves and casually grabbed a

while stirring it with a

this and see if you like

“Umm…”

used to being so intimate with a man. She awkwardly took the spoon and said, “I

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

called a sense of boundaries

raised her eyebrows and put on

She could not help praising, “Oh my god, this is so good. Who would have thought that a burly man like you would have

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