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

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.

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

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

after her divorce were comparable to Stefan, even Isaac, the

the steaks, Mr. Q set the timer to wait for the sauce to seep

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

fruit yogurt while stirring it with a spoon.

see if

“Umm…”

so intimate with a

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

boundaries – a sense of boundaries between men

her eyebrows and put

my god, this is so good. Who would have thought that a burly man like you would have

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