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 e