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...

felt as if her body was being disassembled and reconstructed. The man's strong arms instinctively wrapped around her body, pulling the blanket over

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

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

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

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

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

and by the time she came out, it was almost one in

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

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at noon every day,

the black bedsheets had wet stains on them. She didn't want to be seen

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

covered her mouth and smirked, saying, "Actually, Miss Zamora, you don't have to be shy. Before Master Glenn left, he told

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

women home, and Miss Zamora was

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

to bother you. I'm going downstairs to take a look at books. School is starting soon, and there's a diagnostic

door as if fleeing, 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 twenty minutes, mostly just scrolling through Twitter on her phone. The top trending topic was

it to the

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

nothing better to do, so she clicked on the topic and checked out

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

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

fans, whether being somewhat blind or overly

creation. How could there be any flaws? Starting

it, why did you mention me for no reason,