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 his head. She pretended to be nonchalant and said,

waistband neatly. She

his body was top-notch. He had wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and firm muscles.

trees in the forest. Her vision was seriously too

her divorce were comparable to Stefan, even Isaac, the escort she

Q set the timer to wait for the sauce to seep

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

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

see if

“Umm…”

used to being so intimate with a

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

of boundaries – a sense of boundaries between men and

her eyebrows and put on a

She could not help praising, “Oh my god, this is so good. Who would have

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