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...

body was being disassembled and reconstructed. The man's strong

tucked in the

skimming the water. "Goodnight, little Pinocchio." The next day,

between 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 shallow smile

in 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

the point where she wasn't awakened even

she got up, she almost felt as if she had turned into a disabled person. Her legs felt as weak as if she were stepping

she freshened up and by the time she came

knocking sound outside the bedroom door. "Knock, knock, knock... Miss Zamora, are you

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maid would clean the room at noon

too much noise last night, and the black bedsheets had wet stains on them. She didn't want to be seen like

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

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

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

brought women home, and Miss Zamora was the first

her natural airheadness, had earned her the

downstairs to take a look at

the door as if fleeing, and suddenly her feet didn't ache anymore,

hungry to concentrate. She reluctantly stayed for twenty minutes, mostly just scrolling through Twitter on her phone.

it to the trending

male celebrities, and his "funny" image often made it to

better to do, so she clicked on the topic and

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

to find it. The caption was humorous: "Got accidentally scratched by a dog today guess it's time for some meat. Should I go for

somewhat blind or overly dramatic, were actively commenting on this tiny

could there be any flaws? Starting today, I've decided not to

"Damn it, why did you mention me for no