Love At The Right Price

Chapter 23
By the time they drove back to Springvale Place, Tim was already asleep.
Frank gently carried Tamara back to her room. As he smelled the stench of alcohol that emanated off her, he couldn’t help but
frown.
“Tamara.” He called her name softly.
Tamara had drunk herself into a stupor, and although there was still a trace of reason left in her subconscious, it could not
withstand the invasion of drunkenness. She opened her mouth to respond, but couldn’t manage to say anything.
Left with no other choice, Frank had to take off her shoes and coat by himself. She was wearing a simple silk fitted blouse on the
inside.
Tamara had a good figure and looked very thin, but she was still curvy in the right areas.
Her face was flushed crimson as she twisted her body in discomfort. As he watched her pull her collar down with pouting lips and
fluttering eyelashes, Frank involuntarily thought about her fierceness and lack of experience during the night at Goldcrown Hotel
five years ago.
At that thought, Frank averted his eyes, feeling his throat turn dry. He thought that he was someone with better self-control in this
area, but when he was faced with Tamara, his self-control that he was proud of fell apart in an instant.
There was no need for her to make any deliberate actions at all. With just a few glances, he would immediately start yearning for
her.
Damn it. Frank let go of Tamara’s coat and quickly got up and rushed into the bathroom to wash his face with cold water. It was
only then that he felt a little more awake.
Once he went back to the bedroom, he helped Tamara take off her clothes and brought her into the bathroom at the speed of
light. He planned to help her take a bath as quickly as possible.
However, as he was wiping her body, the uneven sensation under his fingertips made him frown. When he turned his head and
looked at it, his heart fell to his stomach in an instant.
He never expected that Tamara, who always looked so glamorous, would have such a large burn scar on her back.

Her back was almost entirely covered in unsightly scars spanning from her shoulders to her lower back.
No matter how much he had experienced since he was a child, he couldn’t imagine how such a severe burn was caused, much
less how Tamara managed to bear it back then. She must have been in terrible pain at the time. But where did these scars come
from? Tamara’s prideful attitude and the way she recklessly threw away money didn’t seem like she came from a poor family.
Frank, who had always thought he was cold-hearted, felt his heart ache involuntarily as he looked at these scars. His parched
mind from earlier had also calmed down, leaving only hurt.
After Frank finished helping her bathe, he changed her into her pajamas and gently placed her on the large bed. His big hand
crossed her sleeping cheek, and his dark eyes overflowed with gentleness.
“Although I don’t know what you went through before, from now on, you have me.” Frank stared at Tamara deeply. No matter
what happened in the future, as long as he was around, he would protect her for the rest of his life.
He stayed by her side until she fell into deep sleep before he got up and prepared to leave.
However, just as he stood up, his large hand was captured in Tamara’s tight grasp. He heard her whiny, fearful voice. “Please
don’t go. I’m scared.”
The soft and pitiful words made Frank’s heart, which had been silent and lonely for many years, skip a beat. His throat tightened,
and he held Tamara’s small hand back, his low and hoarse voice echoing with endless pity. “Don’t be scared. I won’t go.”
With a helpless sigh, he pulled the thin blanket aside and lay down on the bed.
Tamara was like a kitten who was looking for a comfortable pillow. She unconsciously approached the source of warmth and
opened her slender arms, wrapping them around Frank’s sturdy waist. She snuggled her small head against his chest until she
found the most comfortable spot and fell into deep sleep.
Obviously, her actions instantly reignited the flames that Frank had tried hard to suppress in his heart. He gritted his teeth
fiercely, glanced at the woman curled up in his arms like a kitten, and took a few deep breaths before he was finally able to
control his desire.
Damn it! Does this woman not know what modesty is?