Love At The Right Price

Chapter 31

His words were highly agreed and complimented by Frank. The father and son duo were united in their intentions, and Tamara was utterly angered into speechlessness. Indeed, compared to her genius son and the icy mountain top of a man, Frank, she was a lot more worth worrying.

After entering Happy Canyon, Tamara completely abandoned her everyday composed image and was having the time of her life-even more than Tim. She clutched Frank’s hand tightly as she pointed toward the Pirate Ship ride. “Frank, let’s go on that ride! What do you say?”

The ear-piercing screams which came from the Pirate Ship ride drifted by his ears, and a slight frown appeared between his brows. “…”

Before he could reject, she had already begun to drag him toward the ride, blabbering excitedly, “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to go on this ride. Too bad, I had no one to go with. So it’s your special chance to come with me today!”

Tim stood behind the two of them, blinking in speechlessness. He said with an awkward and polite smile on his face, “Mommy, Dad, aren’t you forgetting something here?”

She was just warning him to hold her hand tightly earlier, but the next minute, she’d forgotten all about her son the moment she saw the ride she wanted to try.

Tamara’s face froze when she heard Tim’s discontent tone. She laughed guiltily as she said, “Huh? How could I forget about my dearest son? But this Pirate Ship ride isn’t suitable for you, so why don’t you wait for us here?”

“Am I adopted?” Tim asked in resignation. Could this be it? Am I simply nothing but an accidental product of true love?

“Here, buy yourself an ice cream from the stand over there.” Frank took out some cash from his wallet and handed it to Tim.

“Your stingy father is being generous for once, so just take it.” Tamara seemed pleased, so Tim didn’t feel like standing in between them any longer. He shrugged casually like a mature adult and left.

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Tim, signaling for them to follow the child closely.

Tamara’s heart started pounding uncontrollably the moment she boarded the Pirate Ship. It wasn’t because she was scared, but because she only had the chance to experience such joy at this age. It was a special and strange feeling indeed.

Frank sat next to her, his face expressionless. He clutched the handlebar calmly and stared straight ahead, but he was in fact looking at Tamara from the corner of his eyes.

“Are you scared?” Tamara asked curiously. She had been getting along with Frank for quite some time now, but it still seemed to her that he didn’t have any weaknesses:

“Just hold my hand if you’re scared. I’ll never let go.” Frank’s eyes were fixed on Tamara. Without waiting for her response, he made the first move and held her delicate hand in his.

I’ll never let go. His words were simple, but they crashed right into her heart.

It only took a second for the woman’s heart to speed up rapidly. It was noisy aboard the Pirate Ship, but she could clearly hear her own heart thumping wildly in her chest.

Thump, thump, thump… It was getting louder by the second.

She couldn’t understand what was happening. How was she still embarrassed about things like this

when she’d already given birth to his child? She was truly aging back in time.

Throughout the entire ride, Tamara was completely occupied by her flustered state of mind; she couldn’t enjoy the thrill of the Pirate Ship at all.

Shrieks and screams filled her ears, but both her and Frank were calmer than ever. Even so, their fingers were intertwined from start to finish; no one took the initiative to let go first.

By the time they were done with the ride, Tim was already waiting for them by the ticketing counter with two ice cream cones in his hands. When he saw that his parents were still holding hands as they came out, he couldn’t help but tease them. “Since when have you guys gotten so close, Mommy and Dad? Do you have to hold hands everywhere you go?”

This wasn’t the first time she was teased by her son. Tamara jolted as though she’d just woken up from a dream. She let go of Frank’s hand at once and stomped her foot in annoyance. “Are you asking for a beating, you little brat? You’re getting more and more cheeky, huh? Are you really making fun of your own mommy right now?”