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...

disassembled and reconstructed. The man's strong arms instinctively

tucked in

"Goodnight, little Pinocchio." The next

her nose... It was so annoying. Kate reached out to wipe away the droplets but it only earned her a shallow smile

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

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

she almost felt as if she had turned

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

outside the bedroom door. "Knock, knock, knock...

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Glenn made too much noise last night, and the black bedsheets

into the laundry basket, before finally opening the door for

you don't have to be shy. Before Master Glenn left, he told us that you were

tender enough for someone to take a bite. Upon closer

home, and Miss Zamora was

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

a look at books.

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

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

to the

respectable status among male celebrities,

do, so she clicked on the

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

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

being somewhat blind or overly dramatic, were actively commenting on

ah, Jerome's face is God's most perfect creation. How could there be any flaws? Starting

"Damn it, why did you mention me for