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.

she clenched her fists and ignored her growling

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

night; everyone should be asleep. Could it be

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

Tim and Frank were asleep. Why would there be noises coming from the

it be

baseball bat lying in the corner of the wall and

the baseball bat raised high above her head. “How dare you break into my house, you thief? You’re dead

bat against the person’s head, what met her eyes were Frank’s pair of

at once and she gasped in surprise. “Why’re

so I’m making myself supper.” Frank studied her

baseball bat in her hands. The look in his eyes turned slightly stony. “Were you

“Is there a problem with that? I’ve had years of practice in taekwondo back when I

“You’re a woman,” Frank explained with

“So?” Tamara