Chapter 537
Amelia didn''t respond to Frank''s message.
At the break of dawn the next morning, Amelia was woken up by Desmond''s call.
"Mr. Desmond." Amelia tried her best to suppress her fury. "You''d better have something very important
to say. Otherwise, you''ll never have a sweet dream again."
It was immoral of Desmond to disturb her while she was asleep.
Desmond knew he was in the wrong for waking Amelia up at this hour, but Frank had told him the day
before that he had toe over to the Taylor Residence and pick Amelia up at the break of dawn.
Frank insisted on having the soup prepared by Amelia first thing in the morning. Otherwise, he would
eat nothing and head straight to thepany.
Desmond had always doted on Frank, so he didn''t have the heart to see him starve. Furthermore, he
hoped that Frank and Amelia would get together one day.
This time, Kendall had hurt Frank deeply, and it seemed that he had indeed given up on her. This was
wonderful news for Desmond. Frank had even sent Dn the paintings he had drawn in the past, and it
seemed that he was determined to sever ties with Kendall. Certainly, Desmond was more than happy
to see that happen.
"Ms. Taylor, it''s a very important matter to me. Mr. Mendelson insists that you prepare breakfast for him.
Otherwise, he''ll starve himself for the entire day."
Amelia''s expression darkened as she snapped, "What does it have anything to do with me if he wants
to starve himself? Just inform me when he''s dead. I''m more than willing to handle his corpse."
With that, she directly hung up the call. Frank is such a horrible guy! I must be blind to have fallen for
him! After she shut off her phone, shey back down in bed and closed her eyes.
When Desmond called again and realized her phone had been turned off, he had no choice but to ring
the doorbell.
A momentter, a series of knocks at the door made Amelia unable to fall asleep. Infuriated, she got to
her feet and yanked the door open, only to see her mother standing in front of her. She had no choice
but to stop herself from cursing. "Mom," she called out meekly.
"Morning." Sophia was still d in pajamas. It was apparent that she had been disturbed during her
sleep as well. With a gloomy expression, she red at her daughter and snapped, "That guy named
Desmond just won''t stop ringing the doorbell. It''s annoying. Since he''s here for you, you should settle
this matter yourself!" After a pause, she asked, "You and Frank…"
"Mom, there''s nothing between us. He''s just trying to torture me."
Sophia stared at her daughter for several minutes before letting out a sigh. "Forget it. Perhaps this is
your destiny. Just get changed and follow that guy to work. Don''t forget to demand a higher sry."
Amelia was stunned. "Mom, are you telling me to be his cook?"
"Are you going to be his wife, then?"
Hearing that, Amelia was rendered speechless. To restore peace to her family, she had no choice but
to get changed, wash up, and leave with Desmond. She pulled a long face on the way to her
destination.
Desmond knew that she was incensed, so he didn''t dare talk to her.
It was only 6.00AM when they arrived at the Mendelson Residence. When Amelia realized what time it
was, she had the urge to go upstairs and ssh a basin of water on Frank. What right does he have to
ask someone to get me out of bed so early in the morning while he''s still sound asleep?
"Ms. Taylor, all the ingredients are ready. You just have to put them into the pot," Desmond said politely
and left the ce in a hurry.
Amelia tried her best to stop herself from going upstairs to put her idea into action. Then, she entered
the kitchen silently.
Just as Desmond said, all the ingredients had been prepared for her, and even the right amount of
water had been put into the pot. All she had to do was drop the ingredients into the pot.
Seeing that, she was torn between tears andughter. Given her cooking skills, it would be a miracle if
Frank drank her soup. After dropping the ingredients into the pot, she didn''t have to do anything else.
The chef respectfully asked her to leave the kitchen.
Everyone in the Mendelson Residence was tactful. Although Frank always pulled pranks on Amelia, he
treated her well. She was the second woman after Kendall who could approach Frank.
Presently, Amelia was bored since she had nothing to do. Still displeased at the fact that she had been
forced to wake up at the break of dawn, she decided to retaliate against Frank. He had been pulling
pranks on her all the time, and it was time she counterattacked.
With that in mind, she headed upstairs. Previously, she had left behind several cosmetic products in the
guest room. After sneaking inside, she found the items.
More than ten minutester, Frank got out of bed. He was used to going out for a run first thing in the
morning, and it was no exception that day. He changed into his sportswear and put on a pair of
sneakers before shuffling out of his room. The moment he opened the door, he saw someone lying in a
puddle of blood, and beside her was a knife.
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"Amelia!" Frank eximed at the top of his lungs. Amelia could tell that he was truly frightened.
The next moment, he anxiously squatted down and carried the blood-soaked Amelia up. Then, he ran
down the stairs and yelled, "Quick! Get the car ready! We''re going to the hospital!"
Amelia was dumbfounded. She just wanted to scare him, but it never crossed her mind that he would
take it seriously.
Isn''t he an intelligent and calm man? Can''t he tell that I merely dissolved my lipstick into some water
and poured it over my clothes? The blood on the knife is also covered with liquid dyed red by my
lipstick.
When Desmond and the others arrived and saw how anxious Frank looked, they were shocked.
Desmond promptly asked, "What''s going on, Mr. Mendelson?"
"Call the ambnce. Wait, no—get the car ready and go to the hospital at once. Amelia hurt herself
with the knife, and she has passed out from severe bleeding!"
As Frank replied to Desmond, he dashed toward the door with Amelia in his arms. He was so quick that
Amelia was deluged with a sense of weightlessness.
"Hey, stop! I didn''t pass out from severe bleeding!" Seeing how Frank wanted to send her to the
hospital, Amelia couldn''t keep putting up the act any longer. She opened her eyes and struggled out of
Frank''s arms beforending on the floor. Frank was astounded at that.
"Don''t you think my acting skills are excellent? Take a closer look. Does the stain on my clothes look
like blood to you?"
Upon closer look, Frank realized it looked nothing like blood at all. His face turned grim in an instant.
"I suppose you were frightened." Since Amelia had achieved her goal, she was gleeful.
When Desmond caught sight of Frank''s dark expression, he moved backward in silence. Then, he and
the bodyguards snuck out of the ce. Ms. Taylor crossed the line by pulling such a prank in the
morning. Well, bless her.
"Amelia!" Frank roared through clenched teeth. "Is it fun for you? Didn''t you realize how frightened I
was? When I saw you lying in a puddle of blood, I was scared out of my wits!"
"Well, it''s not fun. My clothes are dirty, so you have to buy me new ones. If you hadn''t asked Mr.
Desmond to bring me here so early in the morning, I wouldn''t have done such a thing."
Frank took Amelia''s wrist and dragged her back into the living room, his expression furious.
"What are you doing? Release me! Hey, stop being so forceful. My wrist hurts! Frank, you just don''t
know how to be gentle to a girl, do you? Slow down, I can''t keep up with you. Are we going back
upstairs? Why are you dragging me along? Ah!"