Love At The Right Price
Chapter 29

Love At The Right Price Chapter 29

Chapter 29

As he recalled what Harold had told him the other day, Frank couldn’t help but frown. There was a highchance that Evan was adamant on getting a divorce with Tamara back then because of Lily; he was sodesperate to do so that he didn’t even mind putting on the PR act.

But he’d seen Lily when they were buying a house the other day; she was in no way better thanTamara in any aspect. He didn’t know what Evan was thinking back then. Why would he pick thatwoman over Tamara?

In any case, it’s good that it turned out that way. After all, due to such circumstances, he was able tohave Tamara by his side.

However, after such a long time in marriage, they’d probably already done all that could be donebetween a couple. At the thought of that, Frank’s eyes twitched momentarily. Even though he had nofeelings for this woman, she was still his child’s mother. To have his belongings touched by someoneelse was unacceptable. At once, dissatisfaction rose in his chest.

Frank was in deep thought: It wasn’t until Tamara stopped to stretch her back did he return to hissenses all at once.

Grumble, grumble… Right then, a strange noise rang’out eerily in the quiet study.

Tamara sighed deeply and rubbed her belly as she mumbled, “So hungry… Would be nice if I couldhave a bowl of plain noodles now.”

Though Tamara said that, her nanny, Rita, had already gone home. On the other hand, she couldn’t doanything more complicated than boiling a pot of water in the kitchen, so there was no way she knewhow to make plain noodles.

Thus, she clenched her fists and ignored her growling stomach, immersing herself in her work onceagain.

The mountain of documents by her side gradually lessened-her work was finally almost done. Tamaralet out a breath of relief. She was about to take a break when she heard vague noises coming fromoutside.

It’s the middle of the night; everyone should be asleep. Could it be a rat?

And so, she immediately got up to have a look. To her surprise, light was spilling out from the kitchen,and the noises were coming from there as well.

It was just the three of them at home, while both Tim and Frank were asleep. Why would there benoises coming from the kitchen?

Could it be a thief?

The look in her eyes went slightly cold. She swiftly grabbed the baseball bat lying in the corner of thewall and slowed down as she made her way to the kitchen.

When she was nearing the door, she pushed it open with abrupt force and rushed inside with thebaseball bat raised high above her head. “How dare you break into my house, you thief? You’re deadnow that I’ve caught you!”

“It’s me.” Before she whacked the bat against the person’s head, what met her eyes were Frank’s pairof deep set ones.

Tamara flinched at once and she gasped in surprise. “Why’re you here?”

“I’m hungry, so I’m making myself supper.” Frank studied her casually until his eyes landed on the

baseball bat in her hands. The look in his eyes turned slightly stony. “Were you planning to face off thethief with this bat?”

Tamara nodded. “Is there a problem with that? I’ve had years of practice in taekwondo back when I wasabroad!”

“You’re a woman,” Frank explained with a cold face.

“So?” Tamara was confused.

Frank looked away, refusing to pay her any more attention.

What’s wrong with this woman’s mind? I’m right here, so why can’t she learn to ask for help?

She didn’t understand why Frank was suddenly unhappy, but it didn’t matter. Now, she was completelyhypnotized by the enticing scent of the plain noodles which were boiling on the stove.

She was already famished from working overtime all night, and her stomach was growling in joy at thismoment.

But it seemed like Frank had only prepared the portion for one. She was also too embarrassed to askfor some of his food, so she could only stare quietly as he headed toward the dining table with the bowlof noodles.

She rubbed her tummy and watched Frank’s leaving figure enviously. Oh, to be able to cook…

Just as she was smacking her lips eagerly, Frank stopped short in his tracks and turned to shoot her aglance. “Why’re you still standing there? Are you waiting for me to feed you?”

“Oh, I’m coming!” Tamara’s eyes lit up. She quickly tossed the baseball bat toward the corner of thewall and followed him closely.

Before long, Tamara’s satisfied voice could be heard coming from the dining room. “I didn’t think you’dknow how to cook, Frank. It’s so delicious, too! You totally read my mind; I was just craving for a bowlof plain noodles and there you were making it. What a coincidence!”