When She Unveils Identities

Chapter 357 This Is Called Boundaries

Shirley walked in, her face full of curiosity. “What do you need me to help you with?”

Mr. Quintin wore disposable plastic gloves on his hands and was using the secret sauce to marinate the steak.

“Help me put on the apron. My hands are not empty

He pointed his chin at the apron hanging from the cupboard and naturally ordered

“Help you… tie the apron?”

Shirley was embarrassed and froze in place.

This kind of action was too intimate. Wasn’t it usually the behavior of a loving couple?

He turned around and looked at her indifferently. He said in a clear voice, “Is there anything wrong? Or are you shy?”

“Of course not!”

Shirley did not want Mr. Quintin to see her cowardly side. She could only bite the bullet and take off the apron. Then, she stood behind him on tiptoes and helped him put on the apron. She pretended to not care and said, “I am a divorced woman. I’ve experienced everything. How can I be shy?”

Her thin arms were wrapped around his strong waist. She neatly tied a bow on the apron belt with her slender fingers. She could not help but pat his back and tease, “Oh, not bad. You look like a family guy.”

Tsk tsk, even though Mr. Quintin’s face was ruined, his figure was first-class. He had wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and strong muscles. He was not inferior to her ex-husband, Braden.

In other words, there was plenty of fish in the sea. There was always someone better than Braden. She used to be too narrow-minded and only had eyes for Braden.

However, after the divorce, she was surprised to find that even Devin, who lived by selling his good looks at the bar, was on par with Braden!

Mr. Quintin finished marinating the steak and set a time to wait.

He took off the plastic gloves and casually took a strange fruit slice, ready to make a fruit yogurt salad.

“Have a taste of this. Do you like it?”

He stirred the fruit yogurt with a spoon and poured a spoonful of wheat into it. Then he scooped a spoonful and handed it to Shirley’s mouth.

“Well…”

not too comfortable with being intimate with him and took the spoon awkwardly. “I, I can

curled his lips and said with an insincere smile, “Didn’t you say as a divorced woman, you have experienced everything?

called conservative? This is called boundaries between opposite

her eyebrows, looking confident.

this is too delicious. I didn’t expect you to be so good at cooking as a big man. No wonder you

not that good!”

As long as you put your heart into it, the food will taste good I guess your cooking is also good. My

Then she laughed at herself “Maybe only the dogs in the Stewart’s

do you mean?”

had eyes for him. The thing I loved most every day was to make him a table of delicious and rich food. Unfortunately, he didn’t care. We were married for four years,

of the stupid things she had done for

enthusiastic, and stubborn. Even if her love had

of two children. She had suffered enough. She would no longer be so silly to throw herself into a relationship.

a man was just a plaything. No matter whom she loved, she would not love him more than herself and her two

a while after listening to Shirley’s complaint. He then said, “If he is interested in the food you cook now, would you still be willing

think about

said resolutely, “He doesn’t deserve it. My dishes are only made for those who are worth

“What about me?”

He asked.

“You?”

Mr. Quintin laughed, “I was just joking. Compared

me. I know that. It is not good. It is better to love yourself more. It

himself and Shirley. “Sometimes, being able to cook for the person you like is also a kind of happiness.”

was slightly surprised, and her cheeks were a little hot.

Was he confessing his

empathize with such sweet words and

example, I like Bennett

noticed Shirley’s shyness and

I understand.”

not in a romantic way. I just feel we get along. We can be friends.

coldly and said meaningfully, “I just don’t know how many male friends you have, Ms. Wilson.”