When she unveils identities novel (Shirley and Braden) novel Chapter 357

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…”

Shirley leaned back warily. She was not too comfortable with being intimate with him and took the spoon

awkwardly. “I, I can taste it myself.”

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

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experienced everything? Why are you so conservative?”

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

Shirley raised her eyebrows, looking confident.

She took a bite of the vegetable salad made by Mr. Quintin. Her eyes immediately lit up, and she praised. “My

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

a famous chef in Seatle City!”

“I am not that good!”

He crossed his slender legs and arms. He lazily leaned against 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 made.”

Shirley paused for a moment, and 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 Braden know?”

“What do you mean?”

“When I first married 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 cooked should have been fed to

the dogs

When Shirley thought of the stupid things she had done for Braden, she only felt it was pathetic and

ridiculous.

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

had still remained passionate.

Now it was different. She was the mother of two children. She had suffered enough. She would no longer be