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

the waistband neatly. She patted the man’s back

tsk, although Mr. Q’s face was ruined, his body was top-notch. He had wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and

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

divorce were comparable to Stefan,

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

and casually grabbed a

yogurt while stirring it with a spoon. He then scooped a spoonful and offered it

this and see

“Umm…”

to being so intimate with a man. She awkwardly took the spoon

lips curled into a weird smile. “I thought you’re a divorced woman who has

of boundaries – a sense of boundaries

her eyebrows and put on a righteous

help praising, “Oh my god, this is so good. Who would have

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255