Love Knows No Bounds

"Just sleep. You'll have everything in your dream."
Kendall gave him a kiss before saying with a smile, "Good night and sweet dreams, darling. Remember to dream about me."
Dylan kissed her back and replied, "You've been in my dreams for a long time. I swear you're the only woman who could enter
my dreams."
The couple fell asleep cuddling each other.
On the other hand, Frank's eyes were sore when he returned to the Mendelson Residence, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. Not
only that, he even had no appetite for food.
Desmond was worried to death, but he couldn't talk Frank into eating. Whenever Frank had refused to eat in the past, he would
bring Amelia here from the Taylor Residence to help coax him into eating; however, now that Amelia had gone somewhere, he
didn't know whom to ask to persuade the man to eat. He sighed inwardly, having predicted long ago that Frank would get his
comeuppance for the way he had treated Amelia. The crueler and more arrogant Frank had been toward Amelia back then, the
more difficult it was for him to court her now. Even if Kendall was no longer coming between them, they wouldn't get together so
quickly.
At this moment, Frank was sitting alone in his study, where he had set up an easel. He was sitting in front of the easel and
intently drawing the outlines of Amelia's features with the paintbrush in his hand.
It had been some time since he last drew a painting; in fact, he had never picked up his paintbrush since learning that the baby
girl wasn't his daughter. He also returned to Dylan all the paintings he had drawn before without keeping any of them to force
himself to forget about the past and start all over again with Amelia.
Knock! Knock! Standing in front of the door to the study with a serving tray in his hand, Desmond knocked on the door with a free
hand. "Sir, I've made some midnight snacks for you. Please have some," he urged at the door.
Frank didn't answer him.

Desmond tried to turn the doorknob. Realizing that the door was unlocked, he pushed it open and came in on his own. Seeing
that Frank had picked up his paintbrush again, he set the midnight snacks down on the desk. Then, he went over and stood
behind Frank, watching.
Frank had just started drawing the painting, so he had yet to draw all the outlines of Amelia's features. However, Desmond knew
at once that he was drawing her face. "Sir, why don't you draw this tomorrow? You didn't have dinner this evening, and it's late at
night already. Why don't you have some midnight snacks before going to sleep? If you keep going on like this, Ms. Taylor will
definitely dislike you for not looking handsome enough when she comes back and sees how thin and haggard you look," he said.
"Ms. Taylor likes handsome young hunks the most. If you become emaciated, she'll probably frown on you. You should eat and
sleep normally and take good care of your health. Once she comes back after not seeing you for a long time, she'll definitely be
amazed by how handsome you look."
Frank didn't say a word, and nor did he stop what he was doing.
"Sir, please eat something. Even if you torture yourself like this, no one's gonna feel sorry for you; only by eating and sleeping
well would you have the energy to look for Ms. Taylor. That being said, I believe she'll definitely come back. She's just going out
to keep her mind off things. Speaking of it, it was your fault for pushing her too hard. You professed your love to her shortly after
the matter between you and Young Mistress Coleman ended, so how was she gonna believe you? It was normal for her to be
upset. Just give her some time to think it through, and she'll naturally come back and face you," Desmond said in an attempt to
persuade the man. "Sir, it seems to me that Ms. Taylor isn't indifferent to you. She likes you as well and is only hesitant because
you've pestered Young Mistress Coleman like that before."
At this, Frank stopped what he was doing at last. After falling silent for a moment, he turned and asked Desmond, "Desmond, do
you think Amelia really likes me?"
Desmond replied, "Yes, I think so. If she didn't like you, she wouldn't have bothered to bring you breakfast even if you'd starve to
death. Well, it was me who asked her to do so, but she was willing to do it. In fact, she was worried when Young Mistress
Coleman came back from Eastfort to settle the score with you. She felt sorry for you and feared that Young Mistress Coleman
would hurt or cripple you, but she and Young Mistress Coleman were bosom friends, and besides, what you did back then was
indeed unfair to Young Mistress Coleman. That was why she had refrained from stopping Young Mistress Coleman at the time,
but she didn't leave with Young Mistress Coleman after that, no? That was because she was worried about you and was
reluctant to leave."

Frank didn't know about these things. At the time, all he cared about was how to get Kendall to go out with him and give birth to
their baby so that the baby girl would come back to him; he didn't notice Amelia's reactions at all. "Desmond, you're not
misleading me, are you?" he asked incredulously.
Desmond hurriedly replied, "Sir, anyone could lie to you, but I'd never do that. I'm even more concerned about this than you are.
I've worked by your side for so many years and watched you grow up, so I look forward to your getting married and having kids
more than anyone else does. It's not easy for you to have a lady you like, so I've long regarded Ms. Taylor as your wife.
Otherwise, why would I often help her through the back door? I did so many things for you, yet you got the wrong idea that I was
kind to her because I had feelings for her. Seriously, I really treat Ms. Taylor as your wife."
Frank remembered that he had questioned Desmond before. In reality, he was only being jealous at the time, but he didn't know
about it. He inwardly blamed himself for having a low emotional quotient and for being stupidly unable to recognize whom he
really loved. In the end, not only did he give Amelia the wrong idea, but he also hurt her feelings.
He recalled how he had often given Amelia a hard time before, which made her hate him so much that she had said only an idiot
would fall in love with him. Furthermore, she had said she would rather die a spinster than marry him. As he recalled this, he
regretted having been too heartless toward Amelia before. As a result, the facts had slapped him in the face now. One mustn't be
too confident of themselves, or one would easily be left with an egg on their face.
Seizing the opportunity, Desmond urged again, "Sir, why don't you resume your drawing tomorrow? You're tired from separating
the sesame seeds at the Coleman Mansion today. If you keep drawing, your eyes will get impaired by not getting enough rest."
Frank looked at the person on the drawing paper whose features weren't completely outlined yet. He turned around and walked
up to his desk, saying, "Okay, I'll get something to eat first. I'm hungry, anyway."
Desmond was overjoyed to hear this. "Yes, that's right! Just eat your fill, rest for a while, and take a shower before going to
sleep. Just have a good rest at home tomorrow instead of going back to your office. There are so many managers at the
company, anyway. Even if you don't go back to your office for several days, the company would still perform normally. And
besides, Mr. Urban is there as well."
Frank sat down while saying, "I'm going to the Taylor Residence tomorrow."

Desmond replied, "In that case, I'll help you prepare the gifts. Sir, please be gentler and more sincere in attitude when you visit
the Taylors. President Taylor and Mr. Ethan aren't difficult to deal with, but that's not the case for Mrs. Taylor. She's not so
satisfied with you." He could tell that Sophia didn't like Amelia to be with Frank. This was probably because Frank's previous
attempts to steal someone else's wife had left a bad impression on her.
"Uh-huh," Frank mumbled. "Help me prepare more of Mrs. Taylor's favorite stuff. Now that Amelia isn't here, I have to try to win
her mom's favor."