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 the

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

Kate reached out to wipe

for a while, the man, in accordance with his disciplined schedule, got up at half-past seven, barefoot on

to the point where she wasn't awakened

she almost felt as if she had

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

outside the bedroom door.

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maid would clean the room at noon every day, changing the bedsheets

last night, and the black bedsheets had wet stains

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

her mouth and smirked, saying, "Actually, Miss Zamora, you don't have to be shy. Before Master Glenn

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

home, and Miss Zamora

airheadness, had earned her the favor of some of the

a look at books.

if fleeing, and suddenly her feet didn't

she was too hungry to concentrate. She reluctantly stayed for twenty minutes, mostly

to the trending

male celebrities, and his "funny" image

nothing better to do, so she clicked on

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

Even that small red mark was so faint that you needed a magnifying glass to find it. The caption was humorous: "Got accidentally

or overly dramatic, were actively commenting

is God's most perfect creation. How could there

"Damn it, why did you mention me for