Love At The Right Price

Chapter 27

Tamara scoffed. Where did this man get his confidence from? Probably his looks and charisma!

If this carried on, he would definitely be a bad influence to their kid.

Tamara felt like she had to find a day to have a serious chat with him.

When he saw his mother’s angered reaction, Tim got down from Frank’s hold and ran forward to grab her legs. “I’m sorry, Mommy. Don’t be angry; I won’t bring home this many toys from now on.”

“Go to your room and change into your pajamas. I’ll give you a shower in a bit.”

As she told Tim to leave, Tamara’s beautiful eyes followed him coldly. “Timmy has indigestion. He can’t eat any of these junk foods.”

She had a difficult time back when she was giving birth to Tim. She didn’t take good care of him when he was a baby, so he had to grow up with a weak body. That was why he couldn’t eat many types of food, especially since he was still young. His stomach wouldn’t be able to handle heavily processed foods, so the only way to improve his health was to be mindful of the things he ate.

Frank’s eyes were dark and cloudy when he heard that, as if they were two blackholes emanating a deadly sense of danger. “When you… gave birth to him…?”

He recalled the information that Harold had found out previously. A lump formed in his throat, and when he spoke, his voice wasn’t as cold as it usually was.

Tamara shut her eyes; she refused to meet his gaze. She didn’t mean to make him guilty by saying those now.

Meanwhile, Tim had already gotten changed. He stuck his head out and Tamara walked toward him, preparing to put the kid to sleep first.

After spending the entire day with Frank, Tim fell asleep only after a few minutes. Even a child’s energy had its limits, after all.

Just as she left the bedroom and carefully closed the door behind her, she noticed that Frank had changed into a fresh set of clothes. It looked like he was about to head out. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

She glanced at him warily. In the end, she couldn’t help but ask, “Where are you going dressed so handsomely?”

“I have something to take care of,” Frank explained calmly.

Tamara scoffed unhappily. “You’ve been leaving early and coming home late recently. What are you so busy with?”

Frank’s brooding eyes swept across Tamara’s beautiful face. His lips curved upward ever so slightly. “What’s the matter? Are you interested in what I’ve been up to?”

“Didn’t your mother tell you this? It’s not safe for men to head out alone, especially someone with a face like yours who likes to dress up pretty like this. It’s even more dangerous,” she said in all seriousness.

She wasn’t wrong to begin with-in this day and age, even men weren’t safe from women who had bad intentions.

“Since you’re so worried about me, why don’t you come along?” Frank raised a brow as he extended an invitation.

Tamara waved her hands. “I’m not interested in what you do. Just don’t come home too late; you’ll wake us up from our beauty sleep.”

Then, she watched as he left the house. Immediately after that, she went upstairs to get changed.

Frank left Springvale Place and arrived at the most well-known cafe of Deacon Town in a taxi to meet with Harold.

Tamara was seated too far away to hear what the two of them were talking about at their table. She only knew that they’d left before even taking a sip of their coffees.

She quickly followed them out of the cafe, and she couldn’t help but grit her teeth when she saw Frank getting into Harold’s car.

She was well aware of who Harold was. Back when they had a couple of drinks together at Witt Bar, she’d found out about his name and background.

Apparently, he was the second-in-command of Cloud Industries. He was wild and liked to behave recklessly; whatever it was, he couldn’t be further from a proper gentleman.

It was definitely bad news that Frank was hanging around with a man like this.

Before she could think any further, she hurriedly waved down a taxi. “Follow that Phantom in front.”

“Alrighty, Miss. Sit tight.” The taxi driver was overjoyed to have scored such a beautiful lady as his passenger. He slammed the gas and the taxi immediately turned into a sports car as it sped up.

The taxi followed the Phantom closely throughout the ride. At last, Frank and Harold stopped in front of the Holtswell Enterprise building’s entrance, and the two of them headed inside together.

Tamara stared suspiciously at the skyscraper before her. Could Frank also have something to do with Cloud Industries?

In any case, Tamara was relieved to find that he wasn’t up to something that could tarnish their relationship. With that, she went straight home to Springvale Place.

She failed to notice that meanwhile, a figure in a gray suit was staring fixedly at her behind the French windows on the 59th floor of the Holtswell Enterprise building.

They had just concluded their discussion on business matters. Harold followed Frank’s gaze and his eyes landed on the woman down below.

“Coming to your office right under her nose, huh… Aren’t you worried that she might realize your true identity?” Harold was calmly awaiting Frank’s response as he sat on the sheepskin sofa with his legs crossed.

Frank let go of the sheer curtains, the look in his eyes steady and unwavering. “It doesn’t matter.”

In truth, he didn’t care if Tamara found out about his identity. After all, he’d made her promise to that previously. On the contrary, he was quite excited for her to realize who he really was.

When that happens, what kind of look will / see on that beautiful face of hers. I wonder?