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!”

did 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 pretended to be nonchalant and said, “I’m a divorced woman. I’ve experienced

bow around the waistband neatly. She patted the man’s back and said jokingly, “Hmm, not bad. You look like

wide shoulders, a narrow waist,

in the forest. Her vision was seriously too narrow in the past. Her

comparable to Stefan, even Isaac, the

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

gloves and casually grabbed a kiwi

into the fruit yogurt while stirring it with a

and see if you like

“Umm…”

not used to being so intimate with a man. She awkwardly took the spoon and said, “I

smile. “I thought you’re a divorced woman

a sense of boundaries – a

her eyebrows and put on

eyes immediately brightened. She could not help praising, “Oh my god, this is so good. Who would have thought that a burly man like

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