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 around her body, pulling

tucked in the

nose like a dragonfly skimming the water. "Goodnight, little Pinocchio." The next day, just as dawn was

annoying. Kate reached out to wipe away the droplets but it only

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

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

as if she had

to the bathroom, she freshened up and by the time she came

door. "Knock, knock, knock...

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noon every day, changing the bedsheets

black bedsheets had wet stains on them. She didn't want to

wore yesterday, and threw them into the laundry basket, before finally opening the door for

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

for someone to take a bite. Upon closer inspection,

home, and Miss Zamora

natural airheadness, had earned her the favor

bother you. I'm going downstairs to take a look at books. School is starting

out of the door as if fleeing, and suddenly her feet didn't ache anymore, nor did her

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

to the

status among male celebrities, and his "funny" image often

she clicked on the topic

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

mark was so faint that you needed a magnifying glass to

blind or overly dramatic, were

ah, ah, Jerome's face is God's most perfect creation. How could there be any flaws? Starting today, I've decided not

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