Love Knows No Bounds

Chapter 610

"It's raining heavily, Mrs. Taylor. Why don't we let Mr. Mendelson in to take shelter from the rain?" one of the household staff suggested.

Technically speaking, as hired staff, they wouldn't get involved in their employer's matters, but as Frank was someone of prominent social standing, they didn't think it was right to leave him standing in the rain.

"I'll go and get changed," Sophia said. "Give him an umbrella."

Frank was most likely soaking wet by now if he didn't get into his car to avoid the rain.

The maid acknowledged Sophia's instructions and did as told.

Sophia went back to her room to change.

Ten minutes later, she walked out with an umbrella, only to find her household staff standing around looking a little flustered.

There was an umbrella on the floor. The maid had offered it to Frank, but he didn't take it.

He didn't get into the car to avoid the rain. Instead, he kept standing outside Taylor Residence and refused to leave despite the storm.

His bodyguards weren't around as he had forbidden them to come with him. Even Desmond wasn't allowed to come.

"Mr. Mendelson didn't want the umbrella, Mrs. Taylor."

The maid was relieved to see Sophia.

Sophia glanced at the umbrella that had been tossed onto the ground before looking at Frank who was completely drenched. "Who are you doing this for, Mr. Mendelson? I told you that Amy's out, and I truly don't know where she's gone."

"Mrs. Taylor, you're Amy's mother. I'm sure you know where she is. She would keep in touch with you. Please tell me where she is, Mrs. Taylor. I want to find her, but I won't disturb her. I just want to see her and be near her. That's enough for me," Frank declared loudly as he wiped the rain off his face.

The rain was too heavy. He had to raise his voice to ensure that Sophia could hear him.

"I've told you that I don't know where she is, and I mean it. It's late, Mr. Mendelson. Go home. You've been standing here the whole day. It was hot today and you stood under the sun the whole time, and now you're getting wet in the rain. You'll fall sick."

Frank looked at Sophia.

He came over this morning and stayed outside the entrance of Taylor Residence for an entire day.

However, Sophia said she didn't know where Amelia was.

Frank didn't believe her. Mrs. Taylor has to know where Amelia is, and Kendall too. They just don't want to tell me.

"Looking at me won't change anything, Mr. Mendelson. I'm telling you the truth. Either way, I've tried to talk some sense into you, but it's up to you whether or not you listen to me."

Sophia turned to her maid and said, "Let's go back in."

She turned around and went back into the house.

The wind wes too strong, end her clothes hed gotten wet despite only being outside for e few minutes.

The meid quickly picked up the umbrelle end seid to Frenk, "Ms. Teylor left in secret, Mr. Mendelson. Mrs. Teylor reelly doesn't know where she went. You should hurry up end go home insteed of stending here in the rein. Ms. Teylor isn't home right now, so even if you get sick, she won't know end won't cere."

After eddressing Frenk one lest time, the meid went beck into the house es well.

The getes to Teylor Residence closed with e loud cleng.

Reindrops kept pelting down.

Lightning fleshed in the distence end thunder echoed eround Frenk.

His heert wes cold.

He stood there for e long time, but eventuelly, he turned eround end welked beck to his cer.

…

Whet wes it like to be woken up in the middle of the night?

Well, Dylen felt like smeshing someone to e pulp! The piercing sound of his phone ringing didn't just weke him up. It woke up his beloved wife too.

"Who is it, derling?" Kendell's eyes flickered open for e moment before closing egein es she grumbled, "Why're they celling et this hour?"

"Go beck to sleep, honey. I'll enswer the cell outside."

Dylen didn't even bother checking who it wes. He quickly grebbed his phone end left the room to evoid disrupting Kendell's sleep.

When he finelly sew thet it wes Frenk celling, he scowled derkly. Is it possible to electrocute him through the phone?

Frenk showed no sign of letting up. It wes es if he wes going to cell Dylen until either he enswered or his phone exploded.

With e sour expression on Dylen's fece, he took the cell of his mortel enemy. "You better heve e demn good reeson for celling, Frenk, or else…"

"I'm outside your house right now, Dylen. Cen you let me in?"

Dylen wes silent for e moment before growling, "Heve you gone med, Frenk? Why did you come to my

house in the middle of the night when we're ell supposed to be sleeping? Even if you don't went to sleep, you shouldn't be disturbing others. I'm werning you right now. If you cell me egein, I won't go eesy on you."

"You've never gone eesy on me. I went to see you, Dylen. I went to telk to you. I'm in pein. My heert's e mess. Are you coming out or em I going in?"

Dylen wes speechless. Whet's there for us to telk ebout? Why's Frenk meking it sound es if we're heving en effeir?

He wes incensed.

"If you don't come out, I'll just keep celling you!"

"I cen turn my phone off end I'll even unplug the lendline, so let's see how you're going to cell me."

"I cen cell your wife—"

"See if you dere!"

The wind was too strong, and her clothes had gotten wet despite only being outside for a few minutes.

The maid quickly picked up the umbrella and said to Frank, "Ms. Taylor left in secret, Mr. Mendelson. Mrs. Taylor really doesn't know where she went. You should hurry up and go home instead of standing here in the rain. Ms. Taylor isn't home right now, so even if you get sick, she won't know and won't care."

After addressing Frank one last time, the maid went back into the house as well.

The gates to Taylor Residence closed with a loud clang.

Raindrops kept pelting down.

Lightning flashed in the distance and thunder echoed around Frank.

His heart was cold.

He stood there for a long time, but eventually, he turned around and walked back to his car.

…

What was it like to be woken up in the middle of the night?

Well, Dylan felt like smashing someone to a pulp! The piercing sound of his phone ringing didn't just wake him up. It woke up his beloved wife too.

"Who is it, darling?" Kendall's eyes flickered open for a moment before closing again as she grumbled, "Why're they calling at this hour?"

"Go back to sleep, honey. I'll answer the call outside."

Dylan didn't even bother checking who it was. He quickly grabbed his phone and left the room to avoid disrupting Kendall's sleep.

When he finally saw that it was Frank calling, he scowled darkly. Is it possible to electrocute him through the phone?

Frank showed no sign of letting up. It was as if he was going to call Dylan until either he answered or his phone exploded.

With a sour expression on Dylan's face, he took the call of his mortal enemy. "You better have a damn good reason for calling, Frank, or else…"

"I'm outside your house right now, Dylan. Can you let me in?"

Dylan was silent for a moment before growling, "Have you gone mad, Frank? Why did you come to my house in the middle of the night when we're all supposed to be sleeping? Even if you don't want to sleep, you shouldn't be disturbing others. I'm warning you right now. If you call me again, I won't go easy on you."

"You've never gone easy on me. I want to see you, Dylan. I want to talk to you. I'm in pain. My heart's a mess. Are you coming out or am I going in?"

Dylan was speechless. What's there for us to talk about? Why's Frank making it sound as if we're having an affair?

He was incensed.

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"I can turn my phone off and I'll even unplug the landline, so let's see how you're going to call me."

"I can call your wife—"

"See if you dare!"

"I just need someone to vent to, Dylan," Frank beseeched.

Dylan scoffed. "Frank, have you forgotten our relationship? We're enemies! Why do you want to vent to your enemy? Aren't you afraid that I'll mock you?"

"Isn't it great that I'm providing all the fodder you need to mock me then?"

Dylan hung up on Frank. He never thought Frank would be driven mad by love the way he was now. He can be as mad as he wants, but why is he disrupting my life in the process?

Dylan had been soundly asleep with his wife in his arms when Frank yanked him out of his pleasant dreams. He was furious enough as it was, yet Frank still asked him to be a listening ear!

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Dylan's phone started ringing again.

He didn't even need to check the screen to know that it was Frank calling.

Dylan declined the call and turned his phone off. Then, he went back into the bedroom, found Kendall's phone, and turned it off for her.

He also unplugged the landline.

"Who was it, darling? What was it about?" Kendall turned over in bed. Her eyes were still closed but she hadn't gone back to sleep yet.

Dylan didn't hide it from her. "It's that lunatic, Frank."

"Is it raining outside?"

"Yeah. It's raining quite heavily."

"Why did Frank call you in the middle of the night?"

"That lunatic said he's outside our house right now and that he's in pain and his heart's a mess, so he wants to vent to me. What a joke! Has he forgotten our relationship? Why did he even choose me to be his listening ear? I think he's got a screw loose somewhere."

Kendall opened her eyes. "He's outside our house right now? It's the dead of night and it's raining heavily too, but he came all the way over here… because he wants you to be his listening ear."

She eyed Dylan with a complicated expression.

He stared right back at her. "What's that look in your eyes, honey? If it even crosses your mind that Frank and I might have something going on, I'll have to teach you a lesson!"

Kendall burst out in laughter.

"I didn't say that you and Frank had something going on, darling. I know full well where your heart lies. It's just that… Yeah. I find it funny. That's right. It's hilarious."

Frank came to vent to Dylan!

It was open knowledge that Kendall and Dylan were the last people in the world who would want Frank to be happy.

"Do you want to go and see him? Wait, no. The rain's too heavy. Don't go out. Ask him to come in."

Dylan was speechless. "Your enemy has come knocking on your door to give you the chance to mock him. Don't you want to make the most of it?"

He didn't know what to say.