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 man's strong arms instinctively wrapped around her

neatly tucked in

skimming the water. "Goodnight, little Pinocchio." The next day, just as dawn was breaking, she woke up feeling as though she had been lightly

It was so annoying. Kate reached out to wipe

got up at half-past seven, barefoot on the floor. He casually

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

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

up and by the time she came

was a knocking sound outside the bedroom door. "Knock,

access chapters of novels early and in the

would clean the room at noon

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

yesterday, and threw them into the laundry basket, before

smirked, 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

apple, pink and tender enough for someone to take a bite. Upon closer

Glenn never brought women home, and Miss Zamora

gentle image, mixed with her natural airheadness, had earned her the favor of some

look at books. School is starting soon, and there's a diagnostic

door as if fleeing, and suddenly her feet didn't ache anymore, nor did

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

to the trending topic

held a respectable status among male celebrities, and his "funny" image often made

better to do, so she clicked on the topic and checked

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

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

blind or overly dramatic, were actively commenting on this

creation. How could there

why did you mention me for no