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...

consequences of lying were serious, and she felt as if her body was being disassembled and

tucked in the

her nose like a dragonfly skimming the water. "Goodnight, little Pinocchio." The next day, just as dawn was breaking, she woke up feeling as though she had been

annoying. Kate reached out to wipe away the droplets but it only earned her a shallow smile

with his disciplined schedule, got up at half-past seven, barefoot on the floor. He casually picked a black

the point where she wasn't awakened even

hunger. When she got up, she almost felt as if she had turned into a

the bathroom, she freshened up and by the time she came out,

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

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

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

you don't have to be shy. Before Master Glenn left,

an apple, pink and tender enough for someone to take a

and Miss

gentle image, mixed with her natural airheadness, had earned

you. I'm going downstairs to take a look at books. School is starting soon, and

slipped out of the door as if fleeing, and suddenly

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

it to the

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

nothing better to do, so she clicked on the topic and checked

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

Under the beauty filter, you couldn't see any pores on his face. Even that small red mark was so faint that you needed a magnifying glass to find it. The caption was humorous: "Got accidentally scratched by a dog today guess it's time for some meat. Should I go for

overly dramatic, were

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

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