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...

lying were serious, and she felt as if her body was being disassembled and reconstructed. The

neatly tucked

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

and mostly on her nose... It was so annoying. Kate reached out to wipe away the droplets but it only earned

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

she wasn't awakened

was eventually 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 were stepping

managing to move to the bathroom, she freshened up and by

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

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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

be shy. Before Master Glenn left, he told us that you were tired last night

tender enough for someone to take

never brought women home, and Miss

mixed with her natural airheadness, had

you. I'm going downstairs to take a look

suddenly her feet didn't ache anymore, nor did her

concentrate. She reluctantly stayed for twenty minutes, mostly just scrolling through Twitter on

it to the trending

wasn't really surprising. Reece held a respectable status among male celebrities, and his "funny" image often made it to the

do, so she clicked on the topic and checked out

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

needed a magnifying glass to find it. The caption was humorous:

overly dramatic, were actively commenting on

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

"Damn it, why did you mention me