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...

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

tucked in the

he lightly kissed 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 lightly

fell on her forehead, between her eyebrows, and mostly on her nose... It was so annoying. Kate reached out to

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

she was exhausted to the point where she wasn't awakened even by his loud

was 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 stepping

she freshened up and by the time she came out, it was almost one

outside the bedroom door.

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maid would clean the room at noon every day, changing the

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

yesterday, and threw them into the laundry basket, before finally opening

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

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

Glenn never brought women home, and Miss Zamora was

natural airheadness, had earned her the

going downstairs to take a look

door as if fleeing, and suddenly

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

it to

status among male

so she clicked on

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

glass to

somewhat blind or overly dramatic, were actively commenting on this tiny

is God's most perfect creation. How could there be any flaws? Starting today, I've

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