Love Knows No Bounds novel (Kendall and Dylan) novel Chapter 435

No wonder the Mendelsons are coming after me. It's all because of her! Tom felt the world around him crumbling to dust. No. It's not her fault. Jackson's the one who brought this upon us.

Tom knew about Jackson and Kelly's scheme, but he didn't stop them. He tacitly agreed to what his son was doing, which brought them unforeseen disaster. This wasn't Kendall's fault at all. If she hadn't given up on Jackson, she would've been in a living hell by now. We reap what we sow.

With a trembling hand, Tom picked his phone up and stared at the villa before him. A bitter smile curled his lips, and he eventually turned to his car. Now that he knew why his company had been gone after, he could do nothing but accept his fate now.

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Desmond went to the Taylor Residence. Since Frank was out, Desmond didn't arrange for anyone to pick Amelia up. Then, Frank came home looking surly and didn't even bring her up. Thus, Desmond figured it'd be best not to bring Amelia over at that moment for her own good. He didn't want Frank to vent on her.

Meanwhile, Amelia was in a foul mood after Ronnie rejected her. She stayed home the whole day and stared at her wall of pictures of pretty boys. When her phone rang, it was only then that she finally snapped out of it and picked up her phone. It was a call from Desmond. She answered it and spoke in a feeble voice. "Desmond, it's an ungodly hour. Does your master want to torture me still?"

"Sorry for disturbing you late at night, Ms. Taylor. I'm right outside your house. Will you come out yourself, or should we come in instead?"

Amelia sighed and muttered, "What did I do to deserve this? Fine, I'm coming out. Don't come in. I don't want you guys scaring my mom."

"I'll be waiting, then. Make it quick, Ms. Taylor."

"Fine." She hung up and composed herself. Then, she brought enough money to pay for the cab for her return trip later and picked up her new phone. After that confession, she knew full well Ronnie wouldn't be picking her up, so she only had herself to rely on.

There was no way she could ask Frank or Desmond for help. Frank would only vent all his negative emotions on her, while Desmond would only listen to his master's orders. He would never truly help her. A few moments later, she quickly came downstairs.

"Where are you going, Amy?" Sophia asked.

"I've been cooped up in my room the whole day. It's cooler now, so I'm going out to get some fresh air." She trotted to the porch, worried that her mother might make her stay back.

"What on earth is happening, Amelia? Lately, you've been going out every night and won't come back until it's almost morning," Sophia muttered. She wondered if her daughter was in love, but then she dashed that idea. She's probably out to get more photos of pretty boys and hang them on her wall.

She has so many photos of pretty guys but no boyfriend to show for it. Kendall's already married, whereas my daughter doesn't even have a boyfriend. Blind dates don't work, either. Sophia really wanted her daughter to marry someone, but Amelia was in no hurry.

Amelia quickly left the house, and Desmond got out of the car to open the door for her. She got into the car, and it revved up. And to the Mendelson Residence, they went. "The master is still in a bad mood, Ms. Taylor. Please bear with him," Desmond said, giving her a heads-up.

Amelia retorted, "When is he ever in a good mood?"

Desmond remained silent as he thought, Well, can't argue with that.

"Anyway, why is he throwing a tantrum again?" she asked despite herself.

Desmond sighed. "You haven't seen the entertainment news, have you?"

"I don't care about the scandals and rumors. Too many lies and too many twists. Who knows what story is true and what is fake." I'm only interested in hot guys.

"No wonder. If you go through today's news, you'll know why the master is in a bad mood."

"Just out with it already. If you don't want to, then fine by me. It's none of my business, and I couldn't be bothered to know anyway."

Desmond stayed silent for a moment before asking in concern, "Is Ms. Taylor in a bad mood as well?"

"Yes, I've lost a relationship, so tell your master to stay away from me. Get on my nerves, and I might hack his body parts off."

Desmond was shocked at that. "You had a boyfriend? How come you never mentioned it before?" Then, he thought to himself, But I've looked into her. I'm pretty sure she's single, or I wouldn't have set her up with Master.

Amelia might have a habit of collecting photos of pretty boys, but that was just a hobby. She didn't like those men. Still, that hobby of hers elevated her standards of men to impossible levels. Perhaps the master is the only one who can make her fall in love.

"I had a crush on someone; I confessed, but he rejected me. So, in other words, a relationship lost."

Desmond grinned. "I see. That's good to hear."

Good to hear? She demanded, "Mr. Desmond, I lost a relationship, and you're laughing at me? Do you want me to stay single for life?"

"Of course not. Ms. Taylor will get married sooner or later, and maybe to an excellent man as well. As excellent as Master Dylan. Just like your friend, you'll be the object of all Orapolis women's envy." Master is qualified enough for that. He's the object of every woman's desire, after all.

"I'd be thankful if the guy I marry is half a man like Master Dylan. No, wait. He's not a man. He's a God." Amelia was still fearful of Dylan.

Desmond chuckled, but he stopped elaborating. It's still uncertain whether the master will date her. "The master had breakfast, but that's it. He didn't have lunch or dinner, nor did he even drink a drop of water."

"Is he gonna die soon? Is that why you ask me over? To stuff his remains in a casket? Do you want me to call the mortuary for him?"

Oh, she has a sharp tongue. Good thing the master isn't here to hear that. "The master went to Parker Corporation this afternoon and confessed to Ms. Parker. Naturally, she didn't accept the confession. Ridden by sorrow, he refuses to eat or drink. I'm worried about him, and thus I came to you. I implore you, Ms. Taylor, please tell the master to at least eat something. He mustn't starve himself."

"Sure. I'll cheer him on and see how long he can go before he's dead."

Desmond was speechless. She really dislikes the master.