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 instinctively

neatly tucked in

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

annoying. Kate reached out to wipe away the droplets but it only earned her a shallow smile from

the man, in accordance with his disciplined schedule, got up at half-past seven, barefoot on

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

awakened by hunger. When she got up, she almost felt as if she had

the bathroom, she freshened up and by the time she

outside the bedroom door. "Knock, knock,

to access chapters of

clean the room at noon every day, changing

made too much noise last night, and the black bedsheets had wet stains on them. She

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

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

as red as an apple, pink and tender enough for

women home, and Miss Zamora

natural airheadness, had earned her the favor of some of the

you. I'm going downstairs to take a look at books. School is starting soon, and there's a

door as if fleeing, and suddenly her feet didn't ache anymore,

she was going to read, but in reality, she was too hungry to concentrate. She reluctantly stayed for twenty minutes,

made it to

really surprising. Reece held a respectable status among male celebrities, and his "funny" image often made it to the

do, so she clicked on the

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

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

whether being somewhat blind or overly

could there be any flaws?

it, why did you mention me