Love Knows No Bounds

Chapter 415

Amelia was in such a disheveled state, on top of that, there were wounds on her lower back. Therefore, if Ronnie saw that, he might even show concern for her and send her to the hospital personally to get her wound dressed and herself vaccinated.

Ronnie adhered to Dylan's instructions that he would always turn up at night and pretended to meet her by chance just to send her home. However, he did that out of duty and his attitude toward her remained the same. He did not raise his formalities, but he maintained his politeness.

"Master wants to see you inside, Ms. Taylor. Come on." Desmond intentionally disregarded Amelia's special nickname for Frank.

Madman? So in Ms, Taylor's eyes, Master's a madman? However, as soon as Desmond recalled the things that Frank had done, he realized that Amelia's description was quite apt. Still, he thought, Shh. Don't say that too loudly! Master will kill me if he hears this.

Amelia asked in trepidation, "Desmond, I don't want to go inside, is that alright?" That madman will not take pity on me at all! He would be happier if he saw me in a troubled state. He relishes seeing me in a tormented situation.

"Ms. Taylor, please don't offend Master, otherwise you might not be allowed to go home tonight."

Frowning, she muttered in a low voice, "If I stay the night here, don't blame me if others speculate an illicit relationship between me and your master."

Hearing that, Desmond could not help chuckling as he urged her, "Ms. Taylor, hurry up and go in. Master's in a good mood and he won't attempt to carve the back of your hand."

It was evident that Amelia was trying to stall as she trailed after Desmond and entered the house unwillingly.

"Master, Ms. Taylor's here."

"You can leave now," Frank responded calmly.

Desmond affirmed respectfully and abandoned Amelia before turning around to leave the room.

She secretly tugged at his shirt to make him stay and help her; despite Desmond's kind gestures all this while, he was after all only loyal to Frank, unfortunately.

Soon, Frank and Amelia were the only ones left in the living room.

He lifted his head to look at her and realized that her hair was messy while her clothes were ripped and she was left with only one shoe. At that moment, Amelia looked like a mess and she was in quite a sorry state.

However, Frank was unhappy to see her clutch so tightly at the bodyguard's top, so he instructed her with a cold expression, "Throw away that shirt!"

Momentarily stunned, she soon came back to her senses and she responded in chagrin, "My lower back was grazed by your wolfhound and my shirt's torn, so I need his shirt to cover myself with."

"No one would ogle at your lower back, so what's there to be shy about?"

Instantly, Amelia's face flushed bright red from his words. Indeed, her lower back was not worth ogling, but she was still a single lady after all, so covering herself up was a totally logical move to do.

"Discard it!"

"No!"

"Discard it!"

"No!"

Frank stared at her with a cold, scary look in his eyes.

At that point, Amelia felt a cold run down her spine. Still, she refused to give in and clutched to the top tightly.

A couple of moments later, Frank stood up abruptly and strode over to stand before Amelia. He then reached out to grab the bodyguard's top and tugged hard.

"Frank!"

Never in Amelia's wildest dreams did she expect Frank to strip her away from that bodyguard's top.

She knew she could not resist his action at this point. In the end, he managed to snatch the top, which he then forcefully ripped into two in front of her. Amelia was angered beyond words; if she was skilled in martial arts like Kendall was, then she would definitely have given this guy a thrashing.

Ripping the top in half, Frank then roughly grabbed Amelia by the wrist and dragged her in front of the couch. Subsequently, he shoved her onto the couch with her back in the air so that he could check the wound on her lower back.

Indeed, there were some scratch marks with hints of blood. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

After checking out the wound on her lower back, he finally released his grip on her and Amelia could finally sit up. She turned her back on him in a haste and stared at him with a guarded look in her eyes.

"Don't stare at me like I've taken advantage of you."

Frank expressed coldly and purposely pinched her on the chin as he revealed a cold sneer. "I would be able to have my way with you anytime if I wanted to."

"You b*stard!"

"You really want that carving on your hand, do you?"

Instantly, Amelia backed off and she turned silent upon pursing her lips tightly.

Frank stood up straight and glared at her domineeringly from the top of her head. Amelia felt as if he was about to shoot daggers at her from his eyes when he finally made the next move and reached out to unbutton his shirt.

What's he trying to do? Amelia trusted that Frank would not take advantage of her as she could clearly see his deep infatuation for her best friend. However, she was not quite sure why he was removing his

shirt then.

Does he want me to change his dressing? But then, the wounds on his body have healed except for his knees. The bruises on all the other parts of his body have already faded after ointment was applied, so he doesn't have any wounds that need tending to.

Soon enough, she caught on to Frank's intention. He removed his shirt and flung it on top of her, covering her entire head with it. His shirt had just been removed from his body. so the warmth of his body and his scent were still attached to it.

Stunned, she hastily tugged at the shirt covering her head.

"I'll bestow you my shirt for you to cover your lower back just because you're Kendall's best friend. Don't act as if I haven't come across a woman before and want to take advantage of you. Do you really think that I enjoy ogling at your lower back?"

At that moment, Amelia retorted in her mind, I didn't say a single thing. You're the one making up the story as you go!

"Desmond." Frank turned around and took a seat on the couch as he called for Desmond in a low voice.

In reality, Desmond had been waiting patiently by the doorway all this while, so he knew exactly what was going on inside the room but did not dare to make a sound. As soon as he heard Frank call for him, he hurriedly entered the room.

"Send her to the hospital to get her wound tended to. She needs a rabies shot just so she doesn't turn

into a rabid dog and bite the hell outta me."

Desmond tried hard to stifle his laughter. Since when did Master ever have to worry about karma? "Sure." He heaved a sigh of relief.

Similarly, Amelia breathed a sigh of relief too. She became decisive and put on Frank's shirt instantly. Next, she fled the living room with Desmond under Frank's dark, moody gaze.

From time to time, Desmond turned around to look at the shirt Amelia had on. He saw that the bodyguard's top had been ripped into two before Frank removed his shirt and gave it to her. Could Master have been jealous? he deciphered.

That was actually the reason why Desmond heaved a sigh of relief. As long as Frank was able to divert his attention to another woman, then he could finally be at ease. With that, Frank would not be fixated upon winning Kendall's attention only.

"Desmond, I'll head to the hospital myself, so you don't have to send any escorts."

Once Amelia was sure that she was at a safe distance from that madman, she rejected Desmond's offer to the hospital.

"Ms. Taylor, you didn't drive today and it's quite late now, so it would be difficult to hail a cab around this area. How are you going to get to the hospital if you refuse to let me arrange for a ride for you?"

Desmond realized that Frank seemed to pay some slight attention to Amelia, so there was no way he was going to allow her to leave alone this time unlike previously.

"Ever since your master has been inviting me over everyday, I have been going back by myself every night, haven't I?"

Taken aback by her words, Desmond finally replied after a pause, "That's all in the past. Tonight, Master gave specific instructions to do so; please don't make things difficult for me, Ms. Taylor."

"No, I really don't need that," Amelia rejected him insistently.

In fact, she wanted to let Ronnie see her in such a sorry state so that she could evoke a sense of sympathy within him. Perhaps that could bring her and Ronnie closer. She wanted to give it a go, but if he remained indifferent to everything, then she had made up her mind to give up. She would then just regard him as a beautiful moment in her life and cherish that. After all, she had given it her best shot and regardless of the outcome, she was happy enough to move on with no regrets.