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…”

intimate with him and took the spoon awkwardly. “I, I can taste it myself.”

insincere smile, “Didn’t you say as a divorced woman, you have experienced everything? Why are you so

this be called conservative? This is called boundaries between opposite sexes. Understand?”

eyebrows,

praised. “My goodness, this is too delicious. I didn’t expect you to be so good at cooking as a big man. No

not that

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

her fair face dimmed a little. Then she laughed at herself “Maybe only the dogs in the Stewart’s house know if my cooking is good. How can

you mean?”

and rich food. Unfortunately, he didn’t care. We were married for four years, but he ate at the same table with me less

she had done for Braden, she only

stubborn. Even if her love had been unrequited, she had still remained

had suffered enough. She would no longer be

plaything. No matter whom she loved, she would not love him

He then said, “If he is interested in the food you cook now, would you still be willing to

even think

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

“What about me?”

He asked.

“You?”

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

the same as me. You love to give. Believe me. I know that. It is

shook his head and seemed to be talking to himself and Shirley. “Sometimes, being able to cook for the

slightly surprised, and her cheeks were a

was he doing? Was he confessing

sweet words

I like Bennett and Alisha. I also like to cook

noticed Shirley’s shyness

understand. I understand.”

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

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