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...

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

tucked in

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

Kate

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

she wasn't awakened even by his

got up, she almost felt as if she had turned

and by the time she came out, it

the bedroom door. "Knock, knock, knock... Miss Zamora,

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maid would clean the room at noon every day,

noise last night, and the black bedsheets had wet stains on them.

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

Master Glenn left, he told us that you were tired last night and asked us to take good care of you."

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

and Miss Zamora was the first

gentle image, mixed with her natural airheadness,

I'm going downstairs to take a look at books.

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

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

to

respectable status among male

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

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

you 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 guess it's time for some meat. Should I

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

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

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