Chapter 586

• "Don't move, let me hold you." Frank Holt's hands wrapped around Tamara Randall's slender waist, burying his head in the nape of her neck, nostalgically inhaling the scent on Tamara Randall's body.
• Tamara Randall sensed the fatigue and helplessness in his tone, but she didn't react immediately. She could only kneel dumbly in the bathtub and let him hold her.
• Yes, deep down, she understood that Frank Holt was also going through a tough time.