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…”

too comfortable with being intimate with him and

with an insincere smile, “Didn’t you say as a divorced

conservative? This is

eyebrows, looking

by Mr. Quintin. Her eyes immediately lit up, and she praised. “My goodness, this is too delicious. I didn’t expect you to

not that good!”

the counter and asked a hungry Shirley, As long as you put your heart into it, the food will taste good I guess your cooking is also good. My nemesis. your ex-husband Braden, should have enjoyed the food you

a little. Then she laughed at herself “Maybe only the dogs in the Stewart’s house know if my

do you mean?”

him, I always stayed at the house. I only 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, but he ate at the same table with me less than ten times. What I

she had done for Braden, she only felt it was

been young and enthusiastic, and stubborn. Even if her love had been unrequited, she had

was different. She was the mother of two children. She had suffered enough. She would no longer be so silly to

a plaything. No matter whom she loved, she would not love him more than herself

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

think about it!”

it. My dishes are only made for those

“What about me?”

He asked.

“You?”

Mr. Quintin laughed, “I was just joking. Compared to eating the

I know that. It is not good. It is better

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

was slightly surprised, and her

he doing? Was he confessing his feelings

could empathize with such sweet

is general. For example, I like Bennett and Alisha. I also like to cook

Shirley’s shyness and explained

I

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

said meaningfully, “I just don’t know how many male friends you have,