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

tucked in

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

eyebrows, and mostly on her nose... It was so annoying. Kate reached out to wipe away the droplets but it only

up at 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

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

to move to the bathroom, she freshened up and by the time she

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

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

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

body, she quickly took off the bedsheets, along with the costume she wore yesterday, and threw them into the

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

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

women home, and

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

door as if fleeing, and suddenly her feet didn't ache anymore, nor

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 topic

to

wasn't really surprising. Reece held a respectable status among male

clicked on the

Jerome posted a semi-disguised

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

overly dramatic,

there be any flaws? Starting today, I've

why did you mention me for