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...

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

tucked

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

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

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

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

almost felt as if she had turned

freshened up and by the time she came out, it

door. "Knock, knock, knock... Miss Zamora,

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Master Glenn made too much noise last night, and the black bedsheets had

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

saying, "Actually, Miss Zamora, you don't have to be shy. Before Master Glenn left, he told us

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

women home, and Miss Zamora was the

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

a look at books. School is starting soon,

and suddenly her feet didn't ache anymore, nor did her waist

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 topic was "Jerome and Reece's

it to

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

she clicked on the topic

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

Even that small red mark was so faint that you needed a magnifying glass to find it. The

somewhat blind or overly dramatic, were actively commenting on

How could there be any flaws? Starting today, I've decided not to raise

why did you mention