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...

consequences of lying were serious, and she felt as if her body was being disassembled and reconstructed. The man's

tucked in

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

was so annoying. Kate

at half-past seven, barefoot on the floor. He casually picked a black suit from

night, she was exhausted to the point where she wasn't

she had turned into a disabled person. Her legs felt as

by the time she came

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

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the room at noon every day, changing

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

the pain in her body, she quickly took off the bedsheets, along with the costume she wore yesterday, and threw them into the laundry basket, before finally opening the door for the two of them. Well, this kind of behavior

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 of you."

as red as an apple, pink and tender enough for someone to take a

and Miss Zamora

gentle image, mixed with her natural airheadness, had earned her the favor of some of

downstairs to take a look at

and suddenly her feet didn't ache

she was going to read, but in reality, she was too hungry to concentrate. She reluctantly stayed for

to the trending topic

status among male celebrities, and his "funny" image often made it to

better 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

somewhat blind or overly dramatic, were actively commenting on

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

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