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...

disassembled and reconstructed. The man's strong arms instinctively wrapped around her body,

neatly tucked

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

It was so annoying. Kate reached out to wipe

half-past seven, barefoot on the floor. He casually picked a black suit from the closet and headed towards the

point where she wasn't

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

by

was a knocking sound outside the bedroom door. "Knock, knock,

Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

at noon every day,

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

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

Master Glenn left, he told us that you

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

home, and Miss

airheadness, had earned her the favor

to bother you. I'm going downstairs to take a look at

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

going to 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

it to the trending topic

held a respectable status among male celebrities, and

clicked on the topic

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

needed a magnifying glass to find it. The caption

somewhat blind or overly dramatic,

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

"Damn it, why did you mention me