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...

being disassembled and reconstructed. The man's

neatly tucked

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 as

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

while, the 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 headed towards

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

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

freshened up and by the time she came out,

knocking sound outside the bedroom door. "Knock,

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clean the room at noon every day, changing the

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

the bedsheets, along with the costume she wore yesterday, and threw them into the laundry basket,

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

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

brought women home, and Miss

airheadness, had earned her the favor of some of

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

if fleeing, and suddenly her feet didn't ache

she was too hungry to concentrate. She reluctantly stayed for twenty minutes, mostly just scrolling through Twitter on her

it to

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

clicked on the topic

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

needed a magnifying glass to find it. The caption was humorous: "Got accidentally scratched by a

or overly dramatic, were actively commenting

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

did you mention me