She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 639: Bicker

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Despite the gloomy and cold winter outside the window, the heating inside the room made it feel cozy and warm. The dim yellow lights added a touch of warmth too. Shirts and nightgowns were scattered on the floor, crumpled and lonely.

Kate felt her voice was on the verge of becoming hoarse, so she bit her lip and buried her head in the pillow.

She felt uncomfortable, causing her to take a sharp breath and feel the pain.

But her waist was tightly held by a pair of large hands, with the man cunningly pressing down on her slender waist. "What's wrong?"

"My nose hurts. Will I turn into Pinocchio."

How annoying that he would use this position from behind.

Hearing this, Master Glenn couldn't help but laugh and picked her up, swiftly changing their gesture.

He carefully examined her nose and, apart from the cute and pink tip that was a little red, everything seemed fine.

"Only lying children turn into Pinocchio. Kate, have you lied to me?"

"No."

"Really? Then how did you answer me when I asked if you liked it?"

She didn't like it...

serious, and she felt as if her body was being disassembled and reconstructed. The man's

tucked in the

little Pinocchio." The next day,

on her nose... It was so annoying. Kate reached out to wipe away the droplets but it only earned her a

accordance with his disciplined schedule, got up at half-past seven, barefoot on the floor. He casually picked a black suit from the closet and headed towards

point where she wasn't awakened even by his loud movements when

up, she almost felt as if she had turned into a disabled person. Her

bathroom, she freshened up and by the time

outside the bedroom door. "Knock, knock, knock...

to access chapters of novels early and in

room at noon every day, changing the

too much noise last night, and the black bedsheets had wet stains on them. She didn't want to be seen

the bedsheets, along with the costume she wore yesterday, and threw them into the laundry basket, before

Miss Zamora, you don't have to be shy. Before Master Glenn left, he told us that you were tired last night and asked us to take good care of you."

face turned as red as an apple, pink and tender enough for someone to

home, and Miss

image, mixed with her natural airheadness, had

to take a look at books. School is

as if fleeing, and suddenly her feet didn't

read, but in reality, she was too hungry to concentrate. She reluctantly stayed for twenty minutes, mostly just scrolling through Twitter on her phone. The top trending topic was

made it to

Reece held a respectable status among male celebrities, and his "funny" image often made

to do, so she clicked on

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

so faint that you needed a magnifying glass to find it. The caption was

or overly dramatic, were actively commenting on this

Jerome's face is God's most perfect creation. How could there be any

you mention me for