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...

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

tucked in the

falling asleep, he lightly kissed her nose like a dragonfly skimming the water. "Goodnight, little Pinocchio." The next

Kate

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

exhausted to the point where she wasn't awakened

up, she almost felt as if she had

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

bedroom door. "Knock, knock, knock...

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and the black bedsheets had wet stains on

off the bedsheets, along with the costume she wore yesterday, and threw them into the laundry basket, before finally opening the door for the two of them. Well, this kind of behavior

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

turned as red as an apple, pink and tender enough for someone to take a bite. Upon closer inspection, even her

brought women home, and Miss Zamora

natural airheadness,

take a look at books.

as if fleeing, and suddenly her feet didn't

She reluctantly stayed for twenty minutes, mostly just scrolling through Twitter on her

to

respectable status among male celebrities, and his "funny"

do, so she clicked on

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

so faint that you needed a magnifying glass to

blind or overly dramatic,

most perfect creation. How could there be

did you mention me for no

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