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...

was being disassembled and reconstructed. The man's strong arms instinctively wrapped around her

neatly 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 as though she had been lightly

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

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

where she wasn't awakened

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

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

bedroom door.

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room at noon every day, changing the bedsheets and

she and Master Glenn made too much noise last night, and the black bedsheets had wet stains on them. She didn't

bedsheets, along with the costume she wore yesterday, and threw them into the laundry basket, before finally opening the door for the two of them. Well,

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

and tender enough for someone to take a bite. Upon closer inspection, even her ears turned

never brought women home, and Miss Zamora was the first

gentle image, mixed with her natural airheadness, had earned her

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

of the door as if fleeing, and suddenly her

reluctantly stayed for twenty minutes, mostly just scrolling through Twitter on her phone. The top trending topic was "Jerome and Reece's

to the

male

clicked on the topic and checked

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

was so faint that you needed a magnifying glass to find it. The caption was humorous: "Got accidentally scratched by a dog

overly dramatic,

Jerome's face is God's most perfect creation. How could there be any flaws? Starting

"Damn it, why did you mention me for