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...

body was being disassembled and reconstructed. The

tucked in the

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

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

a while, the man, in accordance with his disciplined schedule, got up at half-past seven, barefoot on

wasn't awakened even by his loud movements when

up, she almost felt as if she had turned into a disabled person. Her legs felt as weak as if she were stepping on

freshened up and by the time she

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

website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in

noon every day, changing the

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

the costume she wore yesterday, and threw them into the laundry basket, before finally opening the door for the two of them. Well,

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 good care

and tender enough for someone to take a bite.

and Miss Zamora

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

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

out of the door as if fleeing, and suddenly her

said 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 phone. The top trending

made it to the

status among male celebrities, and his "funny" image often

to do, so she clicked on the

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

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

somewhat blind or overly dramatic, were actively

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

"Damn it, why did you