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...

and she felt as if her body was being disassembled and reconstructed. The man's strong arms instinctively wrapped around her body,

neatly tucked in

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

was so annoying. Kate reached out to

accordance 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 the

the point where she wasn't

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

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

bedroom door. "Knock, knock,

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room at noon every day,

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

her body, she quickly took off the bedsheets, along with the costume she wore yesterday, and threw them into

and smirked, saying, "Actually, Miss Zamora, you don't have to be shy. Before Master Glenn left, he told us that you were tired

turned as red as an apple, pink and tender enough for

home, and Miss Zamora

image, mixed with her natural airheadness,

bother you. I'm going downstairs to take a look

if fleeing, and suddenly her feet

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

it to the

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

better to do, so she clicked on

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

any pores on his face. Even that small red mark was so faint that you needed a magnifying glass to find it. The caption was humorous: "Got accidentally scratched by a dog today guess it's time for some meat. Should I

being somewhat blind or overly

How could there be any flaws?

did you