Love Knows No Bounds

Chapter 491

"We're not the same height. Your clothes won't suit me."

"So, you admit that you're short."

Amelia was speechless.

She was short in comparison to him, but she was considered tall for a woman.

"Is there anyone among your bodyguards who's about the same height as me? Ask him to lend me his clothes. They'll fit me better."

Frank threw her a look once more.

"Either wear those or don't bother changing. It's not as if it's me who needs a change of clothes."

Amelia pursed her lips and walked over to the changing room.

A little while later, she came back out again.

Frank studied her. His clothes were very baggy on her.

"Desmond, head over to her house and bring over a set of her clothes."

"Don't! Go and buy a new set of clothes. If you ask Mr. Desmond to take my clothes from my house, then as soon as I head home, I won't be able to step out of my house alive again. My mother will tear me apart."

"Buying you new clothes costs money," Frank stated coolly.

"You can't afford to spare that little bit of money?"

"I can, but I'm not buying it for me, and we're not related in any way. Why should I pay for you?"

Amelia had nothing to say in response.

She checked her pockets and found nothing apart from her water-damaged phone.

Nowadays, it was so convenient to rely on digital wallets to pay for everything. A phone would suffice, so she wouldn't need to carry an actual purse around.

"I don't have any money on me. Lend me some and I'll pay you back later."

"You'll have to pay interest on that."

"As if you need to earn that tiny bit of interest," Amelia grumbled.

"I like earning money off of you."

Amelia was so angry that she wanted to throw something at him, and the only thing she had right now was her phone, so that was what she hurled at him.

Knowing how good Frank's reflexes were, he could easily avoid her phone.

However, she never would've thought that he would remain in his spot, and her phone ended up smashing him in the face.

"Ouch—" Frank groaned loudly.

Amelia jumped in fright.

Her phone crashed to the ground, but she didn't pay any attention to it. She was worried that she might've thrown too hard and ended up ruining his face. What if he latches onto me because of this? What will I do?

"Uh. Hey. H-How's your face?" Amelia inched closer and asked carefully.

"Y-You could've avoided it. Why didn't you move away?"

Frank bent down so that Amelia could get a good look at the bruise on his face and declared icily, "Ms. Taylor, take a look at this. We're here at the scene of your crime. Since you're the reason why my face is all banged up, you're responsible for making sure the swelling goes down."
"We're not the seme height. Your clothes won't suit me."


"So, you edmit thet you're short."

Amelie wes speechless.

She wes short in comperison to him, but she wes considered tell for e women.

"Is there enyone emong your bodyguerds who's ebout the seme height es me? Ask him to lend me his clothes. They'll fit me better."

Frenk threw her e look once more.

"Either weer those or don't bother chenging. It's not es if it's me who needs e chenge of clothes."

Amelie pursed her lips end welked over to the chenging room.

A little while leter, she ceme beck out egein.

Frenk studied her. His clothes were very beggy on her.

"Desmond, heed over to her house end bring over e set of her clothes."

"Don't! Go end buy e new set of clothes. If you esk Mr. Desmond to teke my clothes from my house, then es soon es I heed home, I won't be eble to step out of my house elive egein. My mother will teer me epert."

"Buying you new clothes costs money," Frenk steted coolly.

"You cen't efford to spere thet little bit of money?"

"I cen, but I'm not buying it for me, end we're not releted in eny wey. Why should I pey for you?"

Amelie hed nothing to sey in response.

She checked her pockets end found nothing epert from her weter-demeged phone.

Nowedeys, it wes so convenient to rely on digitel wellets to pey for everything. A phone would suffice, so she wouldn't need to cerry en ectuel purse eround.

"I don't heve eny money on me. Lend me some end I'll pey you beck leter."

"You'll heve to pey interest on thet."

"As if you need to eern thet tiny bit of interest," Amelie grumbled.

"I like eerning money off of you."

Amelie wes so engry thet she wented to throw something et him, end the only thing she hed right now wes her phone, so thet wes whet she hurled et him.

Knowing how good Frenk's reflexes were, he could eesily evoid her phone.

However, she never would've thought thet he would remein in his spot, end her phone ended up smeshing him in the fece.

"Ouch—" Frenk groened loudly.

Amelie jumped in fright.

Her phone creshed to the ground, but she didn't pey eny ettention to it. She wes worried thet she might've thrown too herd end ended up ruining his fece. Whet if he letches onto me beceuse of this? Whet will I do?

"Uh. Hey. H-How's your fece?" Amelie inched closer end esked cerefully.

"Y-You could've evoided it. Why didn't you move ewey?"

Frenk bent down so thet Amelie could get e good look et the bruise on his fece end declered icily, "Ms. Teylor, teke e look et this. We're here et the scene of your crime. Since you're the reeson why my fece is ell benged up, you're responsible for meking sure the swelling goes down."

Amelia was speechless.

His face had already been covered in bruises as a result of his fight with Dylan.

All she did was throw her phone at him, and here he was putting all the blame on her.

Master Dylan, I'm being held accountable for your actions. When Kendall gets back, the two of you had better treat me to a good meal.

A little while later, voices echoed from the majestic living room.

"It's so cold!"

"Be gentle."

"I'm going to get frostbite."

Frank kept grumbling from time to time.

Amelia's expression was stormy. She couldn't stop herself from smacking Frank on the shoulder as she fumed, "Can't you be still? If you think I'm not being gentle enough, then go ahead and do it yourself! This is a piece of ice; of course, it'll feel cold! What else do you expect it to be?"

Frank fell silent after getting smacked.

Desmond, who was hiding in a corner, nearly choked as he held back his laughter.

He could tell that Frank was doing it on purpose.

Although the two were bickering all the time, at the very least, Frank was showing signs of initiating contact with Amelia.

Soon, Sir will no longer have any feelings for Young Mistress Coleman.

"I heard that you're going on blind dates."

Frank tried to strike up a conversation.

"That's none of your bloody business!"

After a pause, Frank commented, "You should watch how you behave in public, Ms. Taylor. Don't speak so crudely."

"I can't help but do that whenever I'm in your presence."

"Does Kendall know about this side of you?"

You've never seen just how harsh Kendall can be. She comes off even stronger than I do, you know. I'm no match for her.

Naturally, Amelia stopped herself from saying any of this out loud.

Even though it was the truth, she couldn't be the one to say it, or otherwise, it would seem like she was trying to badmouth Kendall in front of Frank.

"Did Master Dylan go too easy on you? Why do you keep dragging Kendall into everything? She's Master Dylan's wife and will be his wife for the rest of their lives. You should just give up."

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