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 reconstructed. The man's strong arms instinctively wrapped around her body, pulling the blanket over

neatly tucked in the

her nose like a dragonfly skimming the water. "Goodnight, little Pinocchio." The next day, just as dawn

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

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

wasn't awakened even by his loud movements when

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

she freshened up and by the time she came out,

knocking sound outside the bedroom door. "Knock, knock, knock... Miss

on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

clean the room at noon

much noise last night, and the black bedsheets had wet stains on them.

into the laundry basket, before finally opening

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

pink and tender enough for someone to take a bite.

women home, and Miss Zamora was the

her natural airheadness, had earned her the favor of some of the

to bother you. I'm going downstairs to take a look

if fleeing, and suddenly her feet didn't ache anymore, nor

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 phone. The

made it to the trending topic

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

nothing better to do, so she clicked on the

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

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.

or overly dramatic, were actively commenting

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

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