Kendall's Sacrifice novel Chapter 412

Chapter 412

Meanwhile in the Mendelson Residence, Frank had mostly recovered from the injury with a few days of rest after being beaten up by Dylan and Kendall. However, his knees were healing slowly and he could only walk around the house in a limp.

In the past few days, he had ordered his man to "invite" Amelia over to the residence and look after him.

He racked his brain to find thousands of ways to prank her, so she would eventually complain to Kendall whenever she couldn't bear him anymore.

Much to his disappointment, she never succumbed to his will.

No matter the tricks Frank pulled on her, she responded with a fearless attitude and never for once thought of telling Kendall about it. Frank eventually lost his appetite and tossed and turned at night at her opposition. The urge to strangle her occurred to him every time he saw her face.

It was already late at this moment, but he wasn't letting Amelia leave. Even if he wasn't asking anything from her, she wasn't allowed to sit as she watched him peruse the documents.

There were many tasks pending to deal with in the company in his absence.

Once he got into a better mood, Frank asked Chris to send the urgent cases to him at the Mendelson Residence and began to deal with them at home.

Amelia was watching him work at the side.

This demon might be a bad guy, but he really looks good. If he would ever reincarnate as a woman, she might even become the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Stop staring at me!" Even if Frank wasn't raising his head, he could feel her gaze resting on him, so he threatened impatiently, "Watch out. If you keep looking at me, I might gouge your eyes out."

Knowing he would never take his threats too far and jeopardize her life, Amelia was no longer afraid of him like before. Hearing his threats, she only chuckled. "President Mendelson, you're as pretty as a flower. As a fan of flowers, I can't help but admire you."

She used to steal glances at him in the past, but the experiences of the past few days had given her the opportunity to look at his handsome face from up close.

Amelia didn't bother to pay attention to his words. She knew that as long as Frank cared about Kendall, Amelia would always be safe. He wouldn't dare harm Amelia and challenge Kendall's impression of him.

At first, Amelia thought Frank was only interested in Kendall due to his hate for Dylan. In Orapolis, every resident would know that Frank would steal away everything Dylan cared about as his arch-nemesis.

However, the longer Amelia stayed beside Frank, the more she understood him. Frank sincerely cared about Kendall, and it wasn't another act to go against Dylan. He had never thought about getting on Kendall's good side to turn her against Dylan.

Therefore, with her knowledge of Frank's true feelings, Amelia couldn't help but wonder when the man fell for her friend.

I remember that the two didn't see each other frequently. Is it love at first sight?

Amelia doubted a man like Frank would fall in love with another woman at first sight.

He would most probably be the one others would fall in love with at first glance.

Frank shut the folder with a thud before slamming it on the study table. Keeping his silence, he only glared at her with a gloomy look.

Amelia wavered under his gaze, but she quickly stated, "Oops, President Mendelson! I shouldn't have said that. I shouldn't have described you as a flower. I'm sorry! President Mendelson, you are the most handsome, elegant, capable, gentle, and unmatched man in the world. You're the most good-looking man I've ever seen in my whole life."

Frank could feel the corner of his lips twitch involuntarily as he listened to her compliments.

Amelia was indeed getting bolder day by day.

Does she think I will let her off like that without consequences just because she is Kendall's friend?

"Desmond." Frank raised his voice as he called out.

He didn't have to wait long before the man he was looking for knocked on the door and came in. "Sir."

As Desmond walked over, he addressed the younger man respectfully. He eventually stopped before Frank and waited for his order.

"Find me a knife, and then ask for some strong men. I need help to pin her down when I carve the flower on the back of her hand."

Didn't she say she likes flowers? A fan of flowers, yes? Then I'll carve one for her on the back of her hand!

Desmond turned to the side and saw Amelia gawk at Frank's words.

Has Ms. Taylor managed to provoke him again?

"What are you waiting for?" Frank's scold dragged him out of his thoughts.

Desmond hastily answered, "All right."

At that, he turned on his heel and hurried out of the study room.

"F-Frank? A-Are you serious about that?" Afraid that he would lunge at her at any time, Amelia hid her hands behind her as she took a few steps backward.

When she was sure that he couldn't reach her, she rushed for the door with a shocking speed and out of his sight within a few seconds.

She didn't have the courage to test his words. He might really do that.

Even if she was trapped in the residence, she couldn't just sit around and wait for her end.

Frank watched her leave without a word, as he knew Amelia would never be allowed to walk out of the Mendelson Residence without his permission.

A moment later, Desmond returned to Frank as he held a few knives on a tray with four bodyguards in tow. He sighed in relief when he found Frank alone in the room with no sign of Amelia.

He was glad to see her able to run away.

Even so, he fulfilled his responsibility as a butler as he informed, "Sir, the knives are here."

Noticing Frank gestured for him to come over, Desmond took a few steps forward and stopped before the man.

Frank picked up a sharp knife from the tray and studied it as the blade reflected the cold light.

"Find her."

"Sir, it might not be a wise choice to carve it on her hand as there are many veins." Desmond tested the water by phrasing his words cautiously. "If Ms. Taylor died from loss of blood, Ms. Parker will never forgive you. She will even loathe you."

"Kendall is already loathing me. Look, she never visited once since I'm injured. There's not even a call from her! I don't understand! Didn't we have a daughter together? How come she's only being cruel to me? I'm envious of how she treats Dylan with love and care."

Frank's words indicated his denial and hurt.

The man who suffered was always the one who held an unrequited love, rather than the one who never understood the meaning of love.

Frank never saw himself as a man capable of love, yet he fell for a woman who would never love him back.

Therefore, he would have to suffer as long as he pined for her love.

Desmond only grumbled to himself, She's the one who beat you up in the first place. Why would you still expect her to visit you after that? She might even regret not hitting you harder until you have to stay in bed.

"Go and find Amelia. If the back of her hand is a no go, I'll find somewhere else. After all, there's plenty of space for me to leave the mark."

Desmond began with caution, "Ms. Taylor isn't married, nor does she have a boyfriend. Sir, if you force the clothes off her and see her naked, I suppose you'll have to take the responsibility."

Frank's expression sank at that. "Why would I carve it on her torso? What about her arms? What about her legs? I'll just leave it on her calf. Are you satisfied?"

"Sir, I think the flower will look better on her body."

Frank glared at Desmond in quiet anger for a while before he ordered, "Get lost."

Desmond quickly put the tray on the table before he led the bodyguards out of the study room.

The bodyguards kept their silence and held their breath the whole time in an attempt to lower their existence to the minimum.

It was until Desmond shut the door of the study room that the bodyguards finally let out a deep breath.

"Mr. Desmond, do we really have to look for Ms. Taylor so that Mr. Mendelson can peel off her clothes and carve a flower on her?"

Desmond glared at the outrageous suggestion. "Are you out of your mind? Mr. Mendelson is merely trying to teach her a lesson, not harm her! It's meant to scare Ms. Taylor!"

"Even so, we have to pretend to look for Ms. Taylor around the house. Once Mr. Mendelson has cooled down, we can send Ms. Taylor home." Desmond knew his master too well.

"Woof!"

"Help!"

Suddenly, they could hear the bark of dogs mingling with the cry for help from a distance.

Blood drained from Desmond's face as he realized the direction the cry was coming from. "Oh dear, Ms. Taylor walked into the dogs' territory by mistake!"