Filed to story: A Second Chance with My Billionaire Love
The two children were very smart too. They left the house quickly without giving Flossie a chance to catch up.
Therefore, Flossie and Mr. Q were left alone in the apartment. The atmosphere became somewhat intimate.
“Well, since they’re not here anymore, we can stop pretending. Let’s act normally.”
Flossie moved slightly further away from Mr. Q to open up a distance between them that was appropriate for a man and a woman who were not lovers.
Mr. Q’s attitude also became slightly more distant. He put away the ingredients while saying, “I know. Don’t misunderstand, I acted that way with you purely for the sake of making the children happy. I don’t have that kind of intention.”
“Good to know.”
Flossie chuckled awkwardly. She might have overthought it.
Mr. Q brought the steaks to the kitchen to clean them. He then asked Flossie, “Can you give me a hand?”
Flossie walked in with a curious expression and asked, “What can I help you with?”
Mr. Q was wearing disposable plastic gloves in both hands. He was marinating the steaks with a secret sauce.
“Help me wear the apron, please. My hands are occupied.”
He gestured to an apron hanging on the cabinet with his chin, giving out the command naturally.
“Help you… put on the apron?”
Flossie felt a moment of awkwardness. She hesitated and did not move.
This kind of action was way too intimate. Wasn’t this usually something that only couples would do?
Mr. Q turned around and looked at her flatly. “Is something wrong? Are you… shy?”
“Of course not!”
Flossie did not want to show him her cowardly side, so she forced herself to grab the apron and moved behind him. She had to tiptoe to put the apron over his head. She pretended to be nonchalant and said, “I’m a divorced woman. I’ve experienced everything before. Why would I be shy?”
Her slender arms wrapped around the man’s strong waist, and her thin fingers tied a bow around the waistband neatly. She patted the man’s back and said jokingly, “Hmm, not bad. You look like a good househusband.”
Tsk tsk, although Mr. Q’s face was ruined, his body was top-notch. He had wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and firm muscles. His body was on par with Halston’s.
The outside world was vast indeed. There were lots of other trees in the forest. Her vision was seriously too narrow in the past. Her eyes could see no one else but Halston.
Yet plenty of men she met after her divorce were comparable to Halston, even Isaac, the escort she met at the bar!
After marinating the steaks, Mr. Q set the timer to wait for the sauce to seep in.
He took off his plastic gloves and casually grabbed a kiwi to make a fruit yogurt salad.
He poured oat into the fruit yogurt while stirring it with a spoon. He then scooped a spoonful and offered it to Flossie.
“Try this and see if you like it.”
“Umm…”
Flossie leaned back warily. She was not used to being so intimate with a man. She awkwardly took the spoon and said, “I can do it myself.”
The man’s lips curled into a weird smile. “I thought you’re a divorced woman who has experienced everything before? Why are you so conservative?”
“This isn’t being conservative. It’s called a sense of boundaries – a sense of boundaries between men and women, understand?”
Flossie raised her eyebrows and put on a righteous look.
After having a taste of Mr. Q’s salad, her eyes immediately brightened. She could not help praising, “Oh my god, this is so good. Who would have thought that a burly man like you would have such delicate skills? You truly are “Beach City’s Famous Chef”!”
“I’m alright.”
He crossed his legs and his arms and leaned lazily against the kitchen counter. He told Flossie, who could not stop eating, “As long as you put your heart into making a dish, it definitely won’t taste too bad. I’m guessing your cooking skills should be pretty good too. My rival, your ex-husband Halston Guajardo, must have enjoyed a lot of good food.”
The spoon in Flossie’s hand paused in mid-air for a moment. Her fair face hardened slightly. Then, she chuckled to herself. “Maybe only the dogs in Guajardo Manor can tell if I’m truly good at cooking. How would Halston Guajardo know?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“When I first got married to him, I was a meek little wife who seldom went out and only had him in my eyes. My favorite activity every day was to make him a whole table of delicious food. Unfortunately, he was not interested. We were married for four years, but I can count on two hands the number of times we dined together. Most of the food I made for him went to the dogs.”
Thinking back of the time when she had been foolishly devoted, she felt sad and pathetic.
She was really young at the time, that’s why she was full of passion. She kept trying even when there was no response. It only made her more determined.
But now, things are different. She was the mother of two children. She had suffered enough, so she would not be that foolish anymore.
For her, a man was just a hobby now. She would not love anyone more than she loved herself and her two children.
After hearing Flossie’s complaints, Mr. Q remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, he asked, “If he’s interested in your cooking now, would you still cook for him?”
“No way!”
Flossie’s attitude was firm. “He’s not worthy. I’ll only cook for people who are worth my time.”
“Then what about me?”
Mr. Q asked.
“You?”
Flossie was still thinking about it when Mr. Q said with a smile, “I’m kidding. I’m more interested in cooking for you than tasting your cooking.”
“I can see that you’re someone who gives more than he takes, like the old me. As someone who has experience in this matter, let me give you a piece of advice. Stop doing that. You should love yourself more.”
He shook his head, then murmured as if talking to himself, “Sometimes being able to cook for the person you like is also a kind of happiness.”
“……”
Flossie was stunned. She blushed involuntarily.
‘What is he doing? Confessing?’
She was particularly empathetic to words like that, so she was easily touched by them.
“Don’t get me wrong. My definition of “like” here is very broad. It includes people like Adie and Abby. I like to cook for them too.”
He probably noticed Flossie’s shyness, so he explained himself.
“I understand, I understand.”
Flossie awkwardly brushed her hair and said, “The term “like” isn’t reserved specifically for the relationship between a man and a woman. I think we get along quite well. We can like each other as close friends.”