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

neatly tucked

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

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

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

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

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

to the bathroom, she freshened up and by the time she came out,

bedroom door. "Knock, knock,

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would clean the room at noon

night, and the black bedsheets had wet stains

along with the costume she wore yesterday, and threw them into the laundry basket, before finally opening the door

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 take good care

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

brought women home, and Miss Zamora was the first

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

to take a look

slipped out of the door as if fleeing, and suddenly her feet didn't ache anymore, nor did her waist

to read, but in reality, she was too hungry to concentrate. She reluctantly stayed for twenty minutes, mostly just scrolling through Twitter

made it to the

really surprising. Reece held a respectable status among male celebrities,

to do, so she clicked on the

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

magnifying glass to find it. The caption was humorous: "Got accidentally scratched by a dog today guess it's time for some meat. Should

overly dramatic, were actively

Jerome's face is God's most perfect creation. How could there be any flaws? Starting today, I've decided

it, why did you