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...

her body was being disassembled and reconstructed. The man's strong

neatly tucked

falling asleep, 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

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

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

she was exhausted to the point where she wasn't awakened

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

move to the bathroom, she freshened up and by the time she came out, it was

door. "Knock,

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at noon every day, changing the bedsheets

and Master Glenn made too much noise last night, and the black bedsheets had wet stains on them. She didn't want to be seen like

with the costume she wore yesterday, and threw them into the laundry basket, before finally opening the door

Master Glenn

enough for someone

women home, and Miss Zamora was the first

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

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

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

She reluctantly stayed for twenty minutes, mostly just scrolling through Twitter on her phone. The top trending topic was "Jerome and

to

male celebrities, and his

clicked on the topic and checked out

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

that you needed a magnifying glass to find it. The caption was humorous:

whether being somewhat blind or overly

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

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