Love Knows No Bounds

Chapter 469

After the call with her mother ended, Amelia continued waiting for Frank in the guest room while killing her time by reading web novels and watching short clips.

She almost died out of boredom when Frank's secretary entered the room. With utmost decorum, she said, "Ms. Taylor, President Mendelson wants to see you."

Amelia thrusted her phone into the pocket before rising to her feet. She took barely two steps before halting to ask her a question gingerly, "About the breakfast I prepared, did he eat it?"

The secretary reciprocated with a smile as she answered, "Yes, he did. He enjoyed it."

"He did? Really? Did he vomit or chew me off?" She was flabbergasted.

The secretary was at a loss for words. Ms. Taylor is one daring woman. She must be pulling a prank on President Mendelson with that breakfast. She's bold to do that.

Due to his public display of affection, everyone in the Mendelson Group was aware that he coveted a married woman. Many of them speculated that it was Frank's way of taking his nemesis down.

Either way, it was true that Frank treated Kendall with care.

Considering that Amelia and Kendall were best friends, the secretary assumed that Frank was putting up with Amelia's prank as a token of affection for Kendall.

Amelia arrived at the presidential office under the secretary's guide. "President Mendelson wants you to enter alone, Ms. Taylor."

"Oh, alright. Thanks." Once the secretary left, Amelia lifted her leg to kick the door open.

The secretary was so speechless as she happened to turn her head and witness the violent scene.

Oblivious of the spectator, Amelia carried on with the kicking. Although Frank said 'come in' as per custom, she did not bother to stop booting the door. One minute later, Frank finally opened the door by himself and his face darkened upon realizing how she intended to swing her foot again.

"Greetings, President Mendelson." She flashed a sweet smile appropriately while setting her foot down.

He looked at how her footprint covered the door as his expression became rigid.

"Get a cloth and wipe it clean before you come in," he behested without closing the door before returning to his seat. "If you don't make it squeaky clean, get me a new door."

Between the option of purchasing a new door and cleaning, she opted for the latter. She obtained a piece of cloth from the secretary and dampened it. When she returned to the 'crime scene', she began wiping off her footprints from the surface while grumbling in undertone.

Her actions made the secretary chuckle in silence. She could see how her boss was tolerating Amelia's antics too. Who else would have the audacity to do that to Frank's face?

A couple of minutes passed and Amelia was sitting opposite of Frank with an office table between them. His alluring eyes zeroed in on her quietly.

"If you keep staring at me, I might think that you've fallen for me, President Mendelson."

The nerves on his temples protruded. "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"How was the bread? Is the coffee to your taste?"

He kept his lips sealed as he had no no plans on telling her anything about the food.

"I heard that you have a blind date today," he finally spoke about the matter he heard from Desmond.

Desmond's intention was to make Frank nervous. After all, it was not like everyone would pass up a girl like Amelia. If Frank held onto his obsession toward Kendall, he would regret for his lifetime once Amelia married someone else.

Besides, he could not covet another man's wife and snatch her away, could he?

"What's wrong? Can't I go on a blind date?"

Momentarily paused, Frank questioned, "Who's that guy?"

"It has nothing to do with you. It's not you, anyway."

"Kendall is the only one I love." His facade grew dim as his voice deepened when he said that. It was as if he could dispel the smidgen of unsettledness in him that way.

Why am I feeling this way? She's going on a blind date and it's none of my business.

"Kendall doesn't love you, Frank. If you truly love her, you should let her go and let her live in peace withYoung Master Dylan. Do you know what true love is? I bet someone who's forceful like you don't. "

Frank glared at her menacingly and snorted. "And you do?"

Aside from liking Ronnie, she had no dating experience at all, yet she spoke like a relationship professional.

"Of course, I do. True love isn't about possessing, it's about wishing the best for the other party. If you leave her alone and give your blessings to her and Young Master Dylan, watching her happy alone is enough for you to feel joy. After all, she's the sunshine of your life."

He retorted, "I'm not that kind of a great person. I only know that the woman I like must marry me and we'll have kids together, and you're asking me to let her go with another man? Dream on. They can only seek happiness together over my dead body."

"So, that's not true love. It's an obsession. You're reading your feelings wrongly."

"Tell Dylan the same thing. Let's see if he's willing to relinquish Kendall to me," he countered.

"Why must he do that? You're not the person Kendall loves; it's him. And they're a loving, married couple. Who gives a homewrecker like you the right to ask him to give up on Kendall for you?"

Frank jumped to his feet, bending over to yank her over by the collar as he raised another hand high up.

A frightened Amelia shut her eyes, but he did not swing his hand onto her cheek. Not feeling the

expected pain on her face, she slowly opened her eyes. His grim countenance was so terrifying that she shrunk her neck in surprise.

Assh*le! He always loses his temper when I scold him. He must be doing it on purpose! He's using it as an excuse to be physical!

Frank felt the intense urge to slap her in the face because she said he was a homewrecker.

Homewrecker? Kendall and I had a baby. Dylan Coleman is the homewrecker, not me! And yet she's taking his side by saying that I'm the homewrecker.

His blood was boiling, but he could not bring himself to slap her upon looking at her terrified self with those tightly shut eyes.

I must be crazy. Why am I feeling sorry for her?

Kendall had been the only exception for him as of today; his soft spot and gentleness were reserved for her and only her.

Releasing Amelia's collar, he put down his hand and returned to his seat. With an icy tone, he claimed, "I don't hit women."

She sunk onto her chair as she was scared out of the daylights. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

"Mark my words, Amelia Taylor. Kendall and I had a baby, and we're a couple. Dylan is the homewrecker, not me!" he insisted.

"That's just a dream, Frank. It's only a dream!"

While he kept silent with a darkened expression, she could finally understand Desmond's helplessness and Kendall's troubled feelings. Both of them must be running out of luck for meeting such a boss and madman!