When She Unveils Identities

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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.

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“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

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 so silly to throw herself into a relationship.

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

and her two children.

Mr. Quintin was silent for 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 to cook for him?”

“Don’t even think about it!”

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

“What about me?”

He asked.

“You?”

Just as Shirley was about to think about it, Mr. Quintin laughed, “I was just joking. Compared to eating

the dishes you cooked, I prefer to cook for you.

“I can see you are the same as me. You love to give. Believe me. I know that. It is not good. It is better to

love yourself more. It is important.”

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

the person you like is also a kind of happiness.”

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

What was he doing? Was he confessing his feelings for her?

She could empathize with such sweet words and was naturally touched.

“Don’t misunderstand. My so-called ‘like’ is general. For example, I like Bennett and Alisha. I also like to

cook for them.”

He probably noticed Shirley’s shyness and explained

“I understand. I understand.”

Shirley scratched her head in embarrassment. “You like me, but not in a romantic way. I just feel we get

along. We can be friends. Do you like me like that?”

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

“Hey, how many friends do you think I have? I have high requirements for friends, okay? Not everyone

can be my friend…”

When Shirley said that, she suddenly felt a little guilty.

After all, today, she and Rocco, this pervert, were talking about being friends. This role was indeed

perfunctory!

However, when it came to Rocco, her expression became worried again.

After hesitating for a while, she cautiously asked Mr. Quintin, “Hey, does your Crimson Pawnshop have

all kinds of precious treasures in the world?”

“I can’t say I have all of them. About 80% of them that are circulating in the market!”

“Then do you know a treasure called Seven-colored Glazed Cup?”

“It is valuable. Do you want it?”

“Just tell me if you have it or not.”

“Then you have to tell me why you want it.”

Shirley could only say, “Because I want to take back the Wilson’s house from Rocco. But he wants the

treasure in exchange for it.”

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“So that’s the case…”

He nodded.

“So, is this treasure in your hands?”

Shirley braced herself to ask expectantly.

“No.”

Mr. Quintin answered crisply and then added, “However, I know who has it.”

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