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

tucked in the

a dragonfly skimming the water. "Goodnight, little Pinocchio." The next day, just

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

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

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

she had

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

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

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the room at noon every day, changing the bedsheets

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

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, this kind of behavior

be shy. Before Master Glenn left, he told us that you were tired last night and asked us to take good

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

and Miss Zamora was

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

a look at books. School

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

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 "Jerome and Reece's Love-Hate

made it to

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

to do, so she clicked on the topic and checked out its

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

was so faint that you needed a magnifying glass to find it. The caption was humorous:

fans, whether being somewhat blind or overly

face is God's most perfect creation. How could there be any

"Damn it, why did you mention me for no reason,