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!”

not want to show him her cowardly side, so she forced herself to grab the apron and moved behind him. She had to tiptoe to put the apron over his head. She

and her thin fingers tied a bow around the waistband neatly. She patted the man’s back and said jokingly,

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

the forest. Her vision was seriously too narrow in the past. Her eyes could see

divorce were comparable to Stefan,

the timer to wait for the sauce to

grabbed a

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

see if you

“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 divorced woman who has experienced everything

a sense of boundaries – a sense of boundaries

raised her eyebrows and put on

is so good. Who would have thought that a burly man like you would have such delicate skills?

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