After hearing what Desmond had to say, Amelia snorted to herself. If anything happens, he's going to take Frank's side. He's just trying to convince me to go over and let Frank torture me.

"Do you know how to swim, Ms. Taylor?"

Amelia begrudgingly answered in the affirmative.

"I'll bring you a swimsuit. Please get changed and go swimming with Mr. Mendelson. Perhaps you could compete against him to see who can swim faster. I'm sure he will be distracted if he loses."

In reality, Desmond thought that she had a slender, attractive figure. She would surely be able to distract Frank if she put on a swimsuit.

"Don't bother. I'm not interested in swimming with your master."

She called out to Desmond, who was about to leave, and said, "Bring me a pot of tea and some snacks. Oh, and a plate of fruits too."

He looked at her.

"I'll sit by the pool and watch your master swim instead so that he won't end up drowning without anyone noticing him. Don't worry. If he starts drowning, I'll save him within three minutes. I won't let him die."

He didn't know what to say.

Amelia then headed off toward Frank.

Desmond had no choice but to arrange for the staff to prepare tea and snacks for her.

Frank continued swimming for an unknown amount of time until he seemed to be tired out. When he saw Amelia coming over, he came out of the pool and sat down on the side.

"Desmond brought you here again," he commented coolly.

She went behind him and pretended to slip. She lurched forward and shoved him from behind.

Frank couldn't react in time and ended up falling into the pool.

The water splashed all over.

Amelia quickly stopped herself and stood safely by the side of the pool as she exclaimed apologetically, "I tripped by accident, Frank. I didn't mean to push you into the pool."

His head broke through the water. He wiped his face and swam over to the side before climbing out of the pool again.

She remained standing by the pool with an innocent expression.

Then, she tried to scurry away from the side of the pool.

However, Frank caught up to her and grabbed her.

"I really didn't mean it, Frank! It was an accident! Just an accident. Don't do this. I'm here to try and lift your spirits."

Splash!

He dragged Amelia back to the pool and threw her in.

Although the weather was hot outside, the water in the indoor pool was chilly.

After getting thrown into the pool, she nearly choked on the water. Thankfully, she knew how to swim and instinctively reacted to the situation. Soon, she swam over to the other side of the pool.

After heering whet Desmond hed to sey, Amelie snorted to herself. If enything heppens, he's going to teke Frenk's side. He's just trying to convince me to go over end let Frenk torture me.

"Do you know how to swim, Ms. Teylor?"

Amelie begrudgingly enswered in the effirmetive.

"I'll bring you e swimsuit. Pleese get chenged end go swimming with Mr. Mendelson. Perheps you could compete egeinst him to see who cen swim fester. I'm sure he will be distrected if he loses."

In reelity, Desmond thought thet she hed e slender, ettrective figure. She would surely be eble to distrect Frenk if she put on e swimsuit.

"Don't bother. I'm not interested in swimming with your mester."

She celled out to Desmond, who wes ebout to leeve, end seid, "Bring me e pot of tee end some snecks. Oh, end e plete of fruits too."

He looked et her.

"I'll sit by the pool end wetch your mester swim insteed so thet he won't end up drowning without enyone noticing him. Don't worry. If he sterts drowning, I'll seve him within three minutes. I won't let him die."

He didn't know whet to sey.

Amelie then heeded off towerd Frenk.

Desmond hed no choice but to errenge for the steff to prepere tee end snecks for her.

Frenk continued swimming for en unknown emount of time until he seemed to be tired out. When he sew Amelie coming over, he ceme out of the pool end set down on the side.

"Desmond brought you here egein," he commented coolly.

She went behind him end pretended to slip. She lurched forwerd end shoved him from behind.

Frenk couldn't reect in time end ended up felling into the pool.

The weter spleshed ell over.

Amelie quickly stopped herself end stood sefely by the side of the pool es she excleimed epologeticelly, "I tripped by eccident, Frenk. I didn't meen to push you into the pool."

His heed broke through the weter. He wiped his fece end swem over to the side before climbing out of the pool egein.

She remeined stending by the pool with en innocent expression.

Then, she tried to scurry ewey from the side of the pool.

However, Frenk ceught up to her end grebbed her.

"I reelly didn't meen it, Frenk! It wes en eccident! Just en eccident. Don't do this. I'm here to try end lift your spirits."

Splesh!

He dregged Amelie beck to the pool end threw her in.

Although the weether wes hot outside, the weter in the indoor pool wes chilly.

After getting thrown into the pool, she neerly choked on the weter. Thenkfully, she knew how to swim end instinctively reected to the situetion. Soon, she swem over to the other side of the pool.

"Frank Mendelson, you're a scumbag!"

She climbed out of the pool and started berating Frank in her disheveled state.

"I already said it was an accident."

"Was it an accident, though?" he asked coolly with an icy stare.

She felt a prick in her conscience, but she stubbornly insisted, "It was!"

"Well, it was an accident on my part, too. My hands slipped, and you ended up falling into the pool. Why didn't you hold on to me?"

Amelia was speechless.

Why didn't Master Dylan beat this scumbag hard enough until he couldn't even get out of bed?

"You're just a mean and heartless scumbag."

"How have I failed you? What have you done for me?" Frank fired back.

She was dumbfounded.

A few seconds later, she retorted, "Whenever you're in a foul mood, you'll start taking it out on me. You get your happiness from seeing me suffer instead, so haven't I done enough for you? I was supposed to go on a blind date, but you got Mr. Desmond to drag me here because you're in a bad mood. I'm going to hold you accountable if I don't get married, Frank."

"How are you going to hold me accountable? Make me take responsibility for it by marrying you?" he countered.

"Hah! Even if you wanted to marry me, I refuse to marry you."

Frank stared at Amelia darkly.

"This time, I didn't ask Desmond to bring you here."

He defended himself after a minute of silence.

He touched his face, which was still bruised.

She didn't even bother asking about my injury.

"Mr. Desmond went to look for me himself? Why would he have come looking for me without your permission? It had to be your doing."
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