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,

neatly tucked

the water. "Goodnight, little Pinocchio." The next day, just as dawn was breaking, she woke up feeling as though she had

was so annoying. Kate reached out

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

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

she had turned into a disabled person. Her legs felt

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

the bedroom door. "Knock, knock, knock... Miss Zamora,

on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early

would clean the room at noon every day, changing the bedsheets

and Master Glenn made too much noise last night, and the black bedsheets

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

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

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

never brought women home, and Miss Zamora was the first

mixed with her natural airheadness, had earned

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

and suddenly her feet didn't ache anymore,

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

made it to the

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

do, so she clicked on the

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

a magnifying glass to

whether being somewhat blind or overly dramatic, were actively commenting on this

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

it, why did you