Love Knows No Bounds

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"Falling in love with someone who doesn't love you back is a painful experience, especially when the woman is your enemy's wife. Why do you keep doing this? Do you want Master Dylan to call you a loser?"

"None of your business."

"And I wouldn't have been sticking my nose into your business if it weren't because you had dragged Kendall into this." I'm only doing this for my best friend.

"Then, why don't you just shut up and drink!" he snapped. Instead of picking the glass back up, he finished the soup and took a few mouthfuls of spaghetti before he went for the wine. Though, he paused for a moment. When he realized Amelia wasn't stopping him, he took a sip before finally downing the whole glass.

Amelia was getting hungry as well after spending the whole day spacing out in her room. She didn't take the spaghetti but had a bowl of soup instead. After finishing it, she poured herself a glass of wine and took a sip.

For once, they were quiet in each other's company.

Desmond provided them with hard liquor. Beset by fury and anger, Frank just kept drinking and drinking. He was drunk by the time he finished his food. The man was on the couch, muttering Kendall's name.

Amelia was still sober, as she only had a glass of wine. She sat down in front of him, staring at him as he muttered Kendall's name in his drunken haze. Sometimes, he would say weird things like, "I'm sorry, baby. Daddy had let you down."

A sigh escaped Amelia's lips. This whole fiasco just smells fishy. I have no idea why Frank fell for Kendall. Still, she pitied him. He loved someone whom he could never get.

Amelia approached him and tried her best to hold him up. She helped him into the bedroom before tossing him onto the bed. She breathed heavily for a while and composed herself before she proceeded to take his shoes off. Then, she took his coat off and raised his feet to push him further into the bed just in case he rolled over and fell off the bed.

"I'm sorry, Kendall…" His mutterings didn't stop, and his face was filled with agony.

Amelia knew he was dreaming, and probably about Kendall. She stared at him for a while and left only to come back with a basin of cool water. She wiped his face and hands with a towel before sitting on the edge of the bed and watching him cry.

She reached out to brush his tears away, and they felt hot. "This is not going to end well," she murmured. Pity grew within her. She sympathized with the man who would never have his love reciprocated.

Putting her friendship with Kendall aside, she was moved by Frank's love for Kendall. However, her friend was married to Dylan, so Kendall could never respond to Frank's love. And not to mention Kendall hated Frank to the bone.

Amelia wondered why Kendall hated Frank, but she didn't ask. It was her friend's private affair, and Kendall would have told her if she wanted to. The reason she didn't was that she didn't want Amelia to know. Knowledge could be a curse sometimes.

Amelia left discreetly after Frank was asleep. Desmond got her a driver, but she refused. She wanted to see if Ronnie would pick her up after the confession.

And just as she had expected, Ronnie didn't come. The one who came was Undecim, his best friend. She got into his car, and when they returned to her house, she told Undecim, "Tell Master Dylan I said thanks for his help. You don't have to pick me up anymore."

Since Ronnie had chosen to keep away, she refused to trouble Dylan anymore. Desmond could get her a driver, anyway.

Undecim said, "I'll tell him that." But I can't guarantee what Master Dylan will do.

"Thank you," she thanked him and got out of the car. Then, she unlocked her house's door and went inside.

The night was getting darker, but the morning was still a long way to go. Everyone went to sleep, and a storm visited the city at the break of dawn. The sun poked its head out after the rain was gone, and it slowly made its way up into the skies.

The woods were lusher than ever, though the flowers were destroyed. The air, however, smelled fresher, and the sun wasn't raining down a heat wave like it used to, as the coolness brought by the storm still lingered in the air.

Kendall woke up early in the morning and left the main house. She was about to take a stroll in the garden, but when she saw Alice approach her, she changed her mind. "Hi, Alice," she greeted.

"Morning, Kendall." Alice smiled and looked at the space behind Kendall.

"Dylan's still sleeping. Do you need something?" Kendall thought she was here to see Dylan.

"I'm here for you. The storm just passed, and the air is still fresh. Wanna walk around?" Alice then whispered, "Just around Dylan's place. I need to get to Grandma before she wakes up."