Love At The Right Price

Chapter 41

“Frank Holt!” Tamara couldn’t control her anger as she hollered at him. She was angered to the point that the alcohol seemed to become much more potent in her bloodstream.

He reached out his finger and pointed in the direction of the second floor before gesturing for her to stay silent. “Do you intend to wake Tim up?”

“How dare you?!” Tamara lowered her voice, but she was evidently still extremely angry. Meanwhile, her red lips were slightly parted and it looked like a cherry ripe for the picking.

He stared at her red lips and his expression seemed to darken for a moment but he ignored her.

At that point, Frank squatted down and removed her high heels before helping her change into some comfortable bedroom slippers. Subsequently, he ruffled her hair. “You didn’t even change out of your shoes upon arriving home. Aren’t you tired from a long day at work?”

He had already changed into a loose silk robe and his calming presence right now accentuated his usual coldly distant yet elegant personality. His low voice sounded quite warm and coupled with his gray robe, he looked even more elegant and distant under the slight reflection of the moonlight.

Tamara didn’t even know whether it was the aftereffects of the alcohol she had consumed or purely out of lust, but she instantly tackled him to the couch and bit him on his lip.

After all, she thought to herself, We’ve had a child, so there’s no need to feel shy around him! Anyway, I’ve spent so much money and he was the one who approached me willingly, so why should I say no?!

manner and he was caught off guard as she tackled him to the couch. Instinctively, he wrapped both of his

from her body filled his nostrils and paired with the slight smell of alcohol, it

quickly got up and waved

that moment, there was a hint of a smile in his

whatever you want with me and yet I’m not allowed to take

amused, Frank winced and rubbed his lips. “You

instinctively glanced toward his lips. There was indeed some broken skin on his

sniffled as she tried to maintain her composure. “W-Well, that was an

mean it.”

spoke, she smacked her

to himself, She’s

that.” He reached out a hand to ruffle her hair and he seemed to be

it. After all, her unskilled kissing techniques were as bad as

her face was as red as a tomato, so he started to change the topic. “What time’s the body