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...

consequences of lying were serious, and she felt as if her body was being disassembled and reconstructed. The man's strong arms instinctively wrapped around her body, pulling

tucked in

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

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

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

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

almost felt as if she had turned into a disabled person. Her legs felt as weak as if

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

bedroom door. "Knock, knock, knock... Miss Zamora, are you

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room at noon every day, changing

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

wore yesterday, and threw them into the laundry basket, before finally opening the door for the two of them. Well, this kind of behavior undoubtedly exposed

saying, "Actually, Miss Zamora, you don't have to be shy. Before Master Glenn left,

tender enough for someone to take a bite. Upon closer inspection, even her

Glenn never brought women home, and Miss Zamora was the

airheadness,

take a look at books. School is starting soon, and there's a diagnostic

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

read, but in reality, she was too hungry to concentrate. She reluctantly stayed for twenty minutes, mostly just scrolling through Twitter on her phone. The top trending topic was "Jerome and Reece's

made it to

a respectable status among male celebrities,

better to do, so she clicked on the topic and

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

filter, 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

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

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

it, why did you mention me for no reason,