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 strong arms instinctively wrapped

neatly tucked in the

"Goodnight, little Pinocchio." The next day, just as dawn was breaking, she woke up feeling as though she

It was so annoying. Kate reached out to wipe away the droplets but it only earned her a shallow smile

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

the point where she wasn't awakened even by his loud movements when he

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

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

was a knocking sound outside the bedroom door. "Knock, knock, knock...

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the room at noon every day, changing

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

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

you don't have to be shy. Before Master Glenn left, he told us that you were

an apple, pink and tender enough for someone to take a bite. Upon

women home, and Miss Zamora

mixed with her natural airheadness, had earned her the

downstairs to take a look at books. School is starting soon,

slipped out of the door as if fleeing, and suddenly her feet didn't ache

stayed for twenty minutes, mostly just scrolling through Twitter on her phone. The

made it to the

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

to do, so she clicked on the topic and checked out

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

you needed a magnifying glass to find it. The caption was humorous: "Got accidentally scratched by a dog today guess it's time for some meat. Should I go for steamed or braised?

being somewhat blind or overly

ah, Jerome's face is God's most perfect creation. How could there be any flaws? Starting today, I've decided not to

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