Love At The Right Price

Chapter 30

What a coincidence, huh? ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Frank sat next to Tamara, his handsome face propped on his hand as he stared at her satisfied face. A small smile crept up his face. He said patiently and expectantly, “The 3 million you spent was worth it, wasn’t it?”

Instead of hearing the answer that he’d expected, Tamara denied immediately without even thinking twice. “Not at all!”

“Why not?”

“If food delivery was a million, I’d rather buy a shop and eat for free every day!”

Frank’s expression darkened and he went quiet again. He looked away from Tamara to the bowl of plain noodles.

Jeez, this man and his mood swings… When she noticed that he was staring straight at the bowl of noodles, she understood at once and quickly nudged the bowl in his direction along with the pair of – chopsticks. “Sorry, I was too hungry and almost forgot that this was meant to be your supper. I can’t finish the entire bowl anyway, so you should have some too.”

The moment she did that, she came to a realization as she stared at the bowl of noodles that she’d just eaten straight out of, and her face turned red. She reached out and tried to pull the bowl back toward herself.

Much to her surprise, before she could grab the bowl, Frank nonchalantly picked up the chopsticks and began to eat the noodles elegantly.

It was just a bowl of plain noodles, but it seemed to have turned into some fancy cuisine the moment he started eating it. The natural air of poise he exuded was so charming that Tamara couldn’t help but

steal a few extra glances at him.

Nevertheless, how could Frank still casually enjoy the bowl of noodles that she’d just eaten straight out of?

“Hmm, it tastes pretty good.” Frank tried a few bites of it and emotionlessly nudged the bowl back in Tamara’s direction.

His reaction wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, while Tamara was too embarrassed to say anything. Thus, she simply continued eating her noodles quietly.

She was actually starving.

So, she didn’t think much of it; she especially didn’t wonder if the noodles were prepared specially for her by Frank.

The two sat closely side by side at the table. It was a picturesque scene indeed-perhaps this was what it looked like for two beautiful people to be next to each other.

The next morning, Tamara, who had only four hours of sleep, stood in front of the father-son duo, bearing a haggard face.

Tim gasped in shock. “Mommy, were you out burgling last night?”

“Give me ten minutes.” Tamara’s eyebrows couldn’t help but twitch as she stared at her pale and unhealthy complexion in the mirror.

She rapidly started patting powders and creams onto her face. Around ten minutes later, a simple and

fresh makeup look was completed.

She had great skin, so she only needed a tiny bit of concealer and powder to cover up the dark eye circles which she’d earned from staying up last night. With that, she looked a lot more refreshed.

After that, the family of three took off right away. Their destination was the largest tourist attraction in the east side of the city-Happy Canyon.

Happy Canyon was the most famous vacation spot in Deacon Town.

There were all sorts of amusement facilities available and the view was spectacular. Tourists from all over the world would visit just to experience the beauty of Happy Canyon.

In all the years that Tamara had been living in Deacon Town, this was the first time she was able to visit a place like this. Strangely, she felt like she was in a dream when she stepped through the entrance of Happy Canyon.

Just as she was caught up in her own thoughts, she felt a warmth against her palm. She looked down and noticed that Frank had wrapped his fingers around hers tightly.

An inexplicable feeling spread in her chest. She realized that she didn’t hate his touch. Rather, she felt like holding hands with him was quite a natural gesture.

The next second, his magnetic voice came from above her head. “It’s crowded here, so don’t get lost.”

Hearing that, Tamara tightened her grip around Tim’s hand. She said, her voice full of concern, “Don’t let go of my hand no matter what, okay?”

“You should worry about yourself, Mommy.” Tim looked away boldly, his eyes even filled with helpless resignation.