Chapter 570


    "I''m going home." Amelia turned around once again to leave and suddenly stopped just as Frank


    wanted to grab her again. "I want to go home, Frank. Don''t stop me. I just want to go home." She


    wasn''t in the mood to talk to him.


    Frank said nothing in response. He no longer kept her from leaving but watched her figure slowly


    disappear from his sight.


    Soon after, the sound of a car came, and he knew Desmond had arranged for the chauffeur to take


    Amelia home.


    Just what in the world have I done wrong?! Frank was genuinely clueless.


    Then, he looked toward the swing that he ordered to disassemble before quietly approaching it and


    assembling it alone. By the time he went back into the house, the sky had been painted ck.


    Meanwhile, Desmond had been waiting anxiously at the main door for him. He didn''t bother his master,


    for he knew the man was in a terrible mood.


    "Sir," the butler immediately went up to Frank and said while following thetter into the house. "You


    must be hungry. Dinner''s still in the warming drawer. I''ll have them bring it all to the table right away."


    However, Frank remained silent.


    Meanwhile, two manservants briskly served the dishes without even needing Desmond to order them,


    and quickly, the table was filled with various dishes, of which half were Amelia''s favorites.


    Well, Frank didn''t express his wish not to eat. He just sat down and waited for Desmond to personally


    serve him while the two other staff stood aside.


    At that, Desmond signaled them with his eyes to leave, and he''d be here as the buffer if Frank threw a


    fit.


    As the butler of the Mendelson Residence, Desmond was loved and respected by everyone working


    there as he would always take on Frank''s anger for everyone unless the man specified a name.


    Otherwise, Desmond would keep vigil whenever Frank threw a fit. After all, Frank would give Desmond


    due respect but certainly not toward them.


    At that, the two left quietly.


    "Here. Sir, have some soup first," suggested Desmond as he ced a bowl of soup in front of Frank.


    "Ms. Taylor made it."


    Despite remaining silent, Frank picked up the spoon and ate the entire bowl of soup before suddenly


    turning to Desmond. "Desmond, help me understand what I did wrong."


    With that, he rted everything he told Amelia to him.


    "Where do you think I did wrong? Why would she want to leave after I said that?" Frank felt absolutely


    aggrieved.


    He was speaking from the bottom of his heart, but instead of being touched, Amelia ran home. Was it


    because everything he said to her in the past was so rude that she couldn''t ept his heartfelt words


    now?


    Desmond didn''t think there was anything wrong either. He didn''t confess his love directly, but what he


    said was pretty much tantamount to it anyway. Ms. Taylor''s not obtuse; she should, by right, get the


    underlying meaning and see his love.


    Then, he recalled how Amelia was on the verge of crying when she came to him and asked for the


    chauffeur to take her home. So, he began thinking back to what Frank said and suddenly pped his


    head. "This must be it!"


    Seeing that his dear butler seemed to have found the answer, Frank looked hopefully at him.


    "Sir, Ms. Taylor has the wrong idea! She must think you take her as Young Mistress Coleman''s double."


    However, Frank was still stumped. "Why would it lead her to think that? That doesn''t make sense."


    At that, Desmond broke it down for Frank. "Ms. Taylor and Young Mistress Coleman are best friends


    who''ll talk just about anything, and she has witnessed how infatuated and obsessed you were with


    Young Mistress Coleman. In Ms. Taylor''s head, you''re deeply in love with Young Mistress Coleman. So,


    once it had to do with Young Mistress Coleman, she''d automatically twist your meaning and think


    you''re still infatuated with her friend. She''d think you only see her as a double and would easily


    misinterpret whatever you say or do. She can''t see that you truly love her. Or, more urately, she


    dares not believe that you truly love her."


    Does Amelia really think that?! Frank was shocked, and it took him quite a while toe to himself and


    ask, "What do I do now, Desmond?"


    "You have just let go of your feelings for Young Mistress Coleman and are no longer obsessed with her.


    Ms. Taylor will certainly not trust or ept you if you confess your love to her now."


    Frank fell silent in response.


    Desmond was right, and that was why he hadn''t dered his love for her yet. But isn''t my pampering


    and adoration toward her already very obvious?!


    Those who knew Frank well would be able to tell how much Amelia meant to Frank if they saw how he


    treated her.


    Can Amelia not feel it at all?! Does she not think for one second that I might have fallen in love with


    her?! Sigh, love is such a nuisance.


    Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    Yet, he had jumped into this world of love.


    "Sir, what you need to do now is to continue keeping your distance from the Coleman couple and also


    refrain from bringing Young Mistress Coleman in front of Ms. Taylor. I know Young Mistress Coleman


    still means a lot to you, Sir, and you certainly won''t be able to remain cid at the mention of Young


    Mistress Coleman, but it will give the signal to Ms. Taylor that you''re still holding onto the lingering


    feeling. You should treat Ms. Taylor better; be more attentive to her. You can observe how Master Dn


    spoils his missus and see how you can apply them to your rtionship with Ms. Taylor. Just don''t


    mention it to her. Everything will fall into ce when you confess your love to her muchter."


    And we can start arranging the wedding after that! Desmond was delighted that he could sessfully


    help Frank end the man''s lonesome life. Oh, no, not yet. Now''s still not the time to celebrate. He hasn''t


    won the heart of the beauty yet!


    Frank, on the other hand, was filled with indignation at the mention of learning from Dn, and he


    comined, "Coleman will charge me a fee for it. I''ve only gone to him twice, and I''ve already lost tens


    of millions. That b*stard is richer than me, yet he acts like he''s penniless, rambling about making


    money to keep his baby well-fed! Well, he won''t be short of money even if he has to keep dozens of


    babies well-fed all at once! He just wants to exasperate me and cheat me out of my money. He''ll be


    happy even if he can take a million away from me."


    Or, in Dn''s words, he''d be happy if he could scheme his nemesis into giving him money.


    "You''ve already gone to Master Dn, Sir?" Desmond was surprised.


    "I have, and I''ve been duped and made exasperated by him. I swear I will die prematurely of anger. In


    fact, I''ll be penniless before dying prematurely if I go to him for another advice."


    Well, that''s a nemesis for you, having but resentment for each other, Desmond mused.


    "I''ll do as you say, Desmond. I''ll try not to bring Kendall up in front of Amelia and also notpare her


    to Kendall. But then, they''re two separate individuals, to begin with. Though they share some


    simrities, there are still major differences."


    Theirbat skills alone were iparable.


    Kendall had training while Amelia never learned anything of the sort. She was a very ordinary child of


    an affluent family.


    "As long as you treat Ms. Taylor sincerely, I''m sure you''ll eventually win her heart. Also, don''t forget


    about your future inws! You have to please them too. Sometimes, they can be your best support."


    Why is the path to winning her heart so difficult?! Frank bewailed.