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...

as if her body was being disassembled and

neatly tucked in the

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

on her nose... It was so annoying. Kate reached

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 and headed towards

wasn't awakened

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

by the time she came

was a knocking sound outside the bedroom door. "Knock,

Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

the room at noon every

made too much noise last night, and the black

the pain in her body, she quickly took off the bedsheets, along with the costume she wore yesterday, and threw them into the laundry basket, before

covered her mouth and smirked, saying, "Actually, 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

an apple, pink and tender enough for someone

brought women home, and Miss Zamora was

mixed with her natural airheadness, had

take a look at books.

out of the door as if fleeing, and suddenly her feet didn't ache anymore, nor did her waist

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

to the

male celebrities, and

clicked on the

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

faint that you needed a magnifying glass to

blind or overly dramatic, were actively commenting on this

is God's most perfect creation. How could there be any flaws?

did you mention me