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 wrapped around her body, pulling the blanket

tucked in the

next day, just as dawn was breaking, she woke up feeling as though

her eyebrows, and mostly on her nose... It was so annoying. Kate reached out to wipe away the droplets but it only earned her a

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

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

eventually awakened by hunger. When she got up, she almost felt as if she had turned

and by the time she came out, it

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

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

and threw them into the

Master Glenn left,

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

and Miss Zamora was the

gentle image, mixed with her natural airheadness, had earned

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

fleeing, and suddenly her feet didn't ache anymore,

for twenty minutes, mostly just scrolling through Twitter on her phone. The

it to the trending

really surprising. Reece held a respectable status among male

had nothing better to do, so she clicked on the topic and checked out its

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

needed a magnifying glass to find it. The caption

or overly dramatic, were actively commenting

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