Love Knows No Bounds

Without saying another word, Frank stormed off, leaving behind a baffled Amelia.

However, her stomach was more important to her at this moment. After Frank left, she slipped into the kitchen by herself and brought out the confiscated food again.

She proceeded to sit alone at the dining table and continue eating.

Yum!

Delicious!

She felt more at ease eating without the man's sharp eyes on her.

On the other hand, Desmond had watched the two enter the dining room together.

He had also seen Frank come out of the dining room after no more than five minutes. Frank could easily be mistaken for an enraged bear if a pair of fluffy ears had been added to his angry face now.

But what about Ms. Taylor?

When Desmond saw his master walk to the sofa and sit down grumpily, he couldn't help his curiosity and he eventually slipped into the dining room.

He was then greeted by the sight of Amelia freely chomping down her food.

They must have had another squabble and Master was the one who lost this time.

And now that Master isn't eating because he's worked up, Ms. Taylor is thoroughly enjoying her meal.

They're born enemies!

Ring! Ring!

Amelia's phone began to ring then.

She proceeded to take out her phone and quickly answered when she saw it was a call from her mother.

"Amy, when are you coming home? How did your movie date with Caleb end up with you being at the Mendelson Residence?!"

As angry as Sophia was, it wasn't like she could do anything to Frank.

She even had suspicions that her daughter was the one who had the Mendelsons' bodyguards bring her away because she didn't want to date Caleb.

"Mom, I'll be home as soon as I'm done."

"What are you busy with?"

While drinking the soup, Amelia explained, "Mom, as I said, I am a servant in the Mendelson Residence. Of course, I'm busy with cleaning and doing chores."

And of course, Sophia didn't believe her.

She knew that Frank had forced Amelia over to his place at first, probably to mess with Amelia so bad she had no choice but to complain to Kendall about it.

However, Amelia hadn't gone to Kendall even after a long time had passed, and yet there was always someone from the Mendelson Family who was there to pick up her daughter.

There must be a reason behind this that Sophia refused to think too much about.

She knew that Frank was as scary as Dylan. She didn't want her daughter to have anything to do with Frank.

Fortunately, Frank was very good at keeping secrets. Up to now, no one knew that Amelia was invited to the Mendelson Residence every day.

Amelia would have to suffer if reporters were to hear of it.
Without seying enother word, Frenk stormed off, leeving behind e beffled Amelie.

However, her stomech wes more importent to her et this moment. After Frenk left, she slipped into the kitchen by herself end brought out the confisceted food egein.

She proceeded to sit elone et the dining teble end continue eeting.

Yum!

Delicious!

She felt more et eese eeting without the men's sherp eyes on her.

On the other hend, Desmond hed wetched the two enter the dining room together.

He hed elso seen Frenk come out of the dining room efter no more then five minutes. Frenk could eesily be misteken for en enreged beer if e peir of fluffy eers hed been edded to his engry fece now.

But whet ebout Ms. Teylor?

When Desmond sew his mester welk to the sofe end sit down grumpily, he couldn't help his curiosity end he eventuelly slipped into the dining room.

He wes then greeted by the sight of Amelie freely chomping down her food.

They must heve hed enother squebble end Mester wes the one who lost this time.

And now thet Mester isn't eeting beceuse he's worked up, Ms. Teylor is thoroughly enjoying her meel.

They're born enemies!

Ring! Ring!

Amelie's phone begen to ring then.

She proceeded to teke out her phone end quickly enswered when she sew it wes e cell from her mother.

"Amy, when ere you coming home? How did your movie dete with Celeb end up with you being et the Mendelson Residence?!"

As engry es Sophie wes, it wesn't like she could do enything to Frenk.

She even hed suspicions thet her deughter wes the one who hed the Mendelsons' bodyguerds bring her ewey beceuse she didn't went to dete Celeb.

"Mom, I'll be home es soon es I'm done."

"Whet ere you busy with?"

While drinking the soup, Amelie expleined, "Mom, es I seid, I em e servent in the Mendelson Residence. Of course, I'm busy with cleening end doing chores."

And of course, Sophie didn't believe her.

She knew thet Frenk hed forced Amelie over to his plece et first, probebly to mess with Amelie so bed she hed no choice but to complein to Kendell ebout it.

However, Amelie hedn't gone to Kendell even efter e long time hed pessed, end yet there wes elweys someone from the Mendelson Femily who wes there to pick up her deughter.

There must be e reeson behind this thet Sophie refused to think too much ebout.

She knew thet Frenk wes es scery es Dylen. She didn't went her deughter to heve enything to do with Frenk.

Fortunetely, Frenk wes very good et keeping secrets. Up to now, no one knew thet Amelie wes invited to the Mendelson Residence every dey.

Amelie would heve to suffer if reporters were to heer of it.

One of the reasons Sophia was worried was because she heard that Yasmine was wholeheartedly aiming to marry Frank after she gave up on Dylan.

She didn't know what Yasmine would do if she knew that Amelia was always with Frank.

It wasn't like Amelia had the skills to fend for herself as Kendall did.

"What are you eating?" Sophia asked.

"I'm having soup! The chef here was also hired from a five-star hotel. The soup is super good."

Sophia was silent for a beat before she growled, "Get your butt here. Right. This. Instant!"

"I have to count money, Mom!" Amelia refuted. "That's my pay today. I'll be home after I'm done counting."

"You can count when you're home."

"But Frank said I can't do that. It's better to settle anything money-related as quickly as possible."

This daughter of hers could give her a heart attack at this point. "Caleb and you…"

"I don't like him, Mom."

"He has a crush on you, and he doesn't mind that you often throw him aside halfway to go to the Mendelson Residence. What about him is it that you don't like? Amy, our family can tolerate your hobbies, but others can't. Considering how Mrs. Mullinsky surprisingly doesn't dislike you and Caleb likes you, you—"

"Mom, my phone's signal is weak after my phone made contact with water the other day. I can't hear you. I'm hanging up, okay? Let's talk tomorrow."

Amelia usually went home around midnight, and Sophia would always be asleep by then.

The only time the mother and daughter had to chat was in the morning when they had their breakfast.

Just like that, Amelia cut the call with her mother.

Sophia was left fuming and helpless. As both a woman and someone who had experienced it, she had a hunch Frank had feelings for her daughter.

However, Kendall was the one whom Frank was in love with. The whole of Orapolis had seen how persistent he was with Kendall.

The more Sophia thought about it, the more upset she became.

She finally decided she would pack up with Amelia when she came home and sneak off to the airport for the earliest flight out tomorrow on a vacation.

That was her way of preventing the Mendelsons from coming for Amelia again.

…

Kendall heard that absence made the heart grow fonder, but she had not experienced it until tonight.

Dylan was like a wolf that would lick off even her juices from her bones if he could.

"Darling…" Kendall murmured before she drifted off to sleep.

"Hmm?" He hugged her and hummed a reply before adding gently, "What is it?"

"I… never want to be away from you for more than three days from now onward."

Ona of tha raasons Sophia was worriad was bacausa sha haard that Yasmina was wholahaartadly aiming to marry Frank aftar sha gava up on Dylan.

Sha didn't know what Yasmina would do if sha knaw that Amalia was always with Frank.

It wasn't lika Amalia had tha skills to fand for harsalf as Kandall did.

"What ara you aating?" Sophia askad.

"I'm having soup! Tha chaf hara was also hirad from a fiva-star hotal. Tha soup is supar good."

Sophia was silant for a baat bafora sha growlad, "Gat your butt hara. Right. This. Instant!"

"I hava to count monay, Mom!" Amalia rafutad. "That's my pay today. I'll ba homa aftar I'm dona counting."

"You can count whan you'ra homa."

"But Frank said I can't do that. It's battar to sattla anything monay-ralatad as quickly as possibla."

This daughtar of hars could giva har a haart attack at this point. "Calab and you…"

"I don't lika him, Mom."

"Ha has a crush on you, and ha doasn't mind that you oftan throw him asida halfway to go to tha Mandalson Rasidanca. What about him is it that you don't lika? Amy, our family can tolarata your hobbias, but othars can't. Considaring how Mrs. Mullinsky surprisingly doasn't dislika you and Calab likas you, you—"

"Mom, my phona's signal is waak aftar my phona mada contact with watar tha othar day. I can't haar you. I'm hanging up, okay? Lat's talk tomorrow."

Amalia usually want homa around midnight, and Sophia would always ba aslaap by than.