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...

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

tucked in

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

on her nose... It was so annoying. Kate reached out to wipe away the droplets but it

the man, in accordance with his disciplined schedule, 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

by hunger. When she got up, she almost felt as if she had turned into a disabled person. Her legs felt as weak

move to the bathroom, she freshened up and by the time she came out, it

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

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room at noon every day, changing

night, and the black bedsheets had

into the laundry

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

for someone to take a bite.

women home, and Miss

her natural airheadness, had earned her the favor of some

I'm going downstairs to take a look

fleeing, and suddenly her feet

was going to read, but in reality, she was too hungry to concentrate. She reluctantly stayed for twenty minutes,

to the

among male

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

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

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 go for steamed or braised?

whether being somewhat blind or overly dramatic, were actively commenting on

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

did you mention me for no