Love Knows No Bounds

Chapter 437

"Master!" Desmond shouted. "Have mercy, Master!" Quickly, Desmond approached Frank and persuaded him, "You're going to kill her. And if you kill her, Ms. Parker will never forgive you!"

Frank stared at Amelia darkly. She couldn't even react to that blow in time. If it was Kendall, she would have started fighting me.

"I-I had no idea, F-Frank…"

Amelia wanted to say she didn't mean to touch his wiener and that it was an accident. He opened the door all of a sudden, and she just happened to crash into him. Good thing for her she didn't pull his pants down, or he might have had her dead by now.

"Calm down, Master. This is just an accident. She was just worried about you. She didn't mean to crash the door down." Desmond kept defending Amelia for fear that Frank might hurt or even kill her.

Frank glared at Amelia for a long while before he removed his foot. Coldly, he said, "I heard everything."

Amelia wasn't worried about him. She just wanted to crash that door down because it would mean crashing him down. A kind of revenge, so to speak. He opened the door just when she was about to crash into it, hoping she would trip and fall. She did fall, but he was the cushion of that fall.

Desmond smiled sheepishly but quickly held Amelia up and retreated with her. Some distance had to be put between her and Frank lest he took her life in a fit of rage.

Frank noticed what Desmond was doing, and the look in his eyes darkened. He had wanted to say

something only to stay silent in the end. He then turned around and went back into his room. "Make some food for me, and I need a drinking buddy."

"Yes, sir," Desmond said.

"Not you. Her." Frank turned around and shot Amelia a look.

Amelia wanted to refuse, but the look in his cold eyes scared her. Reluctantly, she relented, "If you don't mind my cooking, I'll whip something up for you and be your drinking buddy."

Frank said nothing and left for his room.

When the door was finally closed, Amelia heaved a sigh of relief and plopped down onto the ground. She patted her chest and told Desmond, "I thought I was gonna die."

Desmond wiped the sweat off his forehead as well. "I had the shock of my life as well. Are you alright? Did he hurt you?"

"I felt like the world was spinning when he threw me over his shoulder. And I felt like my insides had moved their places at one point, but I feel fine now."

Desmond heaved a sigh of relief. "Good to hear that you're fine."

Master has softened the blow on her even when he was enraged. If he had actually thrown her with full force, Ms. Taylor wouldn't have any strength left to stand back up now.

Two hours later, Amelia came back up with some food, a bowl of soup, and some spaghetti. It was already 10.00PM. Desmond watched as she went upstairs by herself. Since she was holding something, Amelia kicked the door and shouted, "Food's here. Open up."

Frank didn't come to take the door. Amelia was already fuming from the start, and his negligence just angered her even further. She kicked, and kicked, and kicked, until he finally opened the door.

Frank first shot her a dirty look, then he moved his gaze to the food, and finally, he turned his attention to the door. "You're paying for that door tenfold if you break it."

"As if I could break a door as sturdy as this. If I did break it down, you should file your complaints to the salesperson instead. Like, what kind of lousy door is that? Expensive yet useless."

"Did you just call me useless?"

"Oh no, good sir. I wouldn't dare to insult you even if someone paid me a hefty sum. You're the most gorgeous guy in the world, after all. Anyway, can I come in now, handsome?"

Frank pursed his lips for a while before he finally backed off and let her into the room. He followed her inside but left the door open. Thinking he forgot to close the door, Amelia tried to close it after she put the tray down, but he stopped her.

"Staying alone in an enclosed room will cause unwanted problems. Leave it open. I don't want you to cling to me." Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Amelia wanted to spit at him. As if I'd cling to you. Not even if I'm getting paid for it. I'd be blind to even fall for a temperamental guy like you. "Desmond said you haven't eaten the whole day. You should

have some soup to settle your stomach first." She pushed the bowl of soup to him.

"Where's the wine?"

Someone knocked on the door, and in came Desmond with two bottles of wine. "Here you go, sir." He placed the bottles on the coffee table and handed them two glasses before taking his leave.

Frank picked one glass up and filled it up. Just when he was about to down the wine, Amelia stopped him. He stared into her clear, innocent eyes.

"Don't drink on an empty stomach. You'll get drunk faster that way." She took the glass away and requested, "Finish the soup and eat something before you drink." Then, she added, "You might mistake me for Kendall if you got drunk. And I don't want you trying to sleep with me, or I'd be forced to stay with you. If you don't want that to happen, you should do as I said."

Frank looked at her darkly while she stared back fearlessly. She was getting ready to splash his face with the soup if he tried to do anything funny.

Frank growled, "Don't even think about falling in love with me, Amelia. Kendall is the only one I care about. I don't give a rat's arse about any other women."

Amelia froze up for a moment, and then she laughed. "Don't worry, Frank. I'm not a masochist. I'm not gonna fall for someone unstable and dangerous like you. I prefer guys like Ronnie. Even though I got rejected, I can still find someone like him to date. I won't fall for you, so just rest assured."

The look on Frank's face changed at her words. Perhaps, it was because he felt humiliated, or maybe it was because he found out that Amelia liked Ronnie. In any case, he didn't look happy at all.

Oblivious to his change, Amelia continued, "You've done nothing but pull pranks on me since we met, but here's a word of advice: stop wasting your time on Kendall. She loves Master Dylan and would never marry anyone else."