Love At The Right Price

Chapter 29

As he recalled what Harold had told him the other day, Frank couldn’t help but frown. There was a high chance that Evan was adamant on getting a divorce with Tamara back then because of Lily; he was so desperate 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 than Tamara in any aspect. He didn’t know what Evan was thinking back then. Why would he pick that woman over Tamara?

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

However, after such a long time in marriage, they’d probably already done all that could be done between a couple. At the thought of that, Frank’s eyes twitched momentarily. Even though he had no feelings for this woman, she was still his child’s mother. To have his belongings touched by someone else 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 his senses 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 could have a bowl of plain noodles now.”

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

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

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

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. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

It was just the three of them at home, while both Tim and Frank were asleep. Why would there be noises 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 the wall 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 the baseball bat raised high above her head. “How dare you break into my house, you thief? You’re dead now 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 pair of 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 the thief with this bat?”

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

“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 completely hypnotized 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 this moment.

But it seemed like Frank had only prepared the portion for one. She was also too embarrassed to ask for some of his food, so she could only stare quietly as he headed toward the dining table with the bowl of 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 a glance. “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 the wall and followed him closely.

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