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...

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

neatly tucked in

water. "Goodnight, little Pinocchio." The next day, just as dawn was

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

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

exhausted to the point where she wasn't

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

to the bathroom, she freshened up and by the time

bedroom door. "Knock, knock, knock... Miss

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clean the room at noon every day, changing the bedsheets and

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

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

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

as an apple, pink and tender enough for

brought women home, and Miss Zamora was the

mixed with her natural airheadness, had earned her

downstairs to take a look at books.

door as if fleeing, and suddenly

stayed for twenty minutes, mostly just scrolling through Twitter on

it to the trending topic

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

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

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

Under the 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 dog

whether being somewhat blind or overly

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