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!”

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 pretended

tied a bow around the waistband neatly. She patted the man’s

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

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

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

Mr. Q set the timer to wait

took off his plastic gloves and casually grabbed a kiwi to

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

see if you like

“Umm…”

not 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 before? Why are

of boundaries – a sense of boundaries between men and

eyebrows and put on a

could not help praising, “Oh my god, this is so good. Who would have thought that a burly man like you would have such delicate skills? You truly are “Beach City’s Famous

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