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...

her body was being disassembled and reconstructed. The man's strong arms

neatly tucked

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

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

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

point where she wasn't awakened even by his loud movements

as if she had turned into

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

bedroom door. "Knock, knock,

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at noon every day,

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

yesterday, and threw them into

covered her mouth and 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 to take good

pink and tender enough for someone

and Miss Zamora was the

shy and gentle image, mixed with her natural airheadness, had earned her the favor of

a look at books. School is starting soon, and

fleeing, and suddenly her feet didn't ache anymore, nor did

for twenty minutes, mostly just scrolling through Twitter on her phone. The top trending topic was

it to the

really surprising. Reece held a respectable status among male celebrities,

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

overly dramatic,

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

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