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...

were serious, and she felt as if her body was being disassembled and reconstructed. The man's strong arms instinctively wrapped around

neatly tucked in

Pinocchio." The next day, just as dawn was breaking,

her forehead, between her eyebrows, and mostly on her nose... It was so annoying. Kate reached out to wipe away the droplets but it only earned her a shallow smile

teasing her for a while, the man, in accordance with his disciplined schedule, got up at half-past seven, barefoot on the floor. He casually picked a black suit from the closet

she wasn't awakened even by

eventually awakened by hunger. When she got up, she almost felt as if she had turned into a disabled person. Her legs felt as weak as if she were

the bathroom, she freshened up and by the

outside the bedroom door. "Knock,

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would clean the room at noon every

and the black bedsheets had wet stains on them. She didn't want

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

to be shy. Before Master Glenn left, he told us that you were tired

face turned as red as an apple, pink and tender enough for someone to take a bite. Upon closer inspection, even her ears turned

never brought women home, and Miss Zamora was the

gentle image, mixed with her natural airheadness, had earned her the favor of

a look at books. School is starting soon, and there's a

the door as if fleeing, and suddenly her

to concentrate. She reluctantly stayed for twenty minutes, mostly just scrolling through Twitter on her phone. The top trending topic

it to

wasn't really surprising. Reece held a respectable status among male celebrities, and

had nothing better to do, so she clicked on

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

magnifying glass to find it. The caption was humorous: "Got accidentally scratched by a dog today guess it's time for some

blind or overly dramatic, were

Jerome's face is God's most perfect creation. How could there be any flaws? Starting today, I've decided not to

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