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...

lying were serious, and she felt as if her body was being disassembled and

tucked in

asleep, he lightly kissed her nose like a dragonfly skimming the water. "Goodnight, little Pinocchio." The next day, just as dawn

Kate

his disciplined schedule, got up at half-past seven, barefoot on the floor. He casually picked a black suit

was exhausted to the point where she wasn't awakened even by his

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

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

sound outside the bedroom door. "Knock, knock,

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made too much noise last night, and the black bedsheets had wet stains on

off the bedsheets, along with the costume she wore yesterday, and threw them into the laundry basket, before finally opening the

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

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

never brought women home, and Miss Zamora was the

her natural airheadness, had earned her the favor

look

as if fleeing, and suddenly

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

to the

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

had nothing better to do, so she clicked on the topic

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

couldn't see 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

fans, whether being somewhat blind or overly dramatic, were

could there be any flaws? Starting

"Damn it, why did you mention me