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

bow around the waistband neatly. She patted the man’s back and said jokingly, “Hmm,

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

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

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

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

off his plastic gloves and casually grabbed a kiwi to

while stirring it with a spoon. He then

and see if you

“Umm…”

a man. She awkwardly

“I thought you’re a divorced woman who has experienced

It’s called a sense of boundaries – a sense of

eyebrows and put on

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

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