Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 597

"Just sleep. You'll have everything in your dream."

Kendall gave him a kiss before saying with a smile, "Good night and sweet dreams, darling. Remember to dream

about me."

Dylan kissed her back and replied, "You've been in my dreams for a long time. I swear you're the only woman who

could enter my dreams."

The couple fell asleep cuddling each other.

On the other hand, Frank's eyes were sore when he returned to the Mendelson Residence, but he didn't feel sleepy

at all. Not only that, he even had no appetite for food.

Desmond was worried to death, but he couldn't talk Frank into eating. Whenever Frank had refused to eat in the

past, he would bring Amelia here from the Taylor Residence to help coax him into eating; however, now that Amelia

had gone somewhere, he didn't know whom to ask to persuade the man to eat. He sighed inwardly, having

predicted long ago that Frank would get his comeuppance for the way he had treated Amelia. The crueler and

more arrogant Frank had been toward Amelia back then, the more difficult it was for him to court her now. Even if

Kendall was no longer coming between them, they wouldn't get together so quickly.

At this moment, Frank was sitting alone in his study, where he had set up an easel. He was sitting in front of the

easel and intently drawing the outlines of Amelia's features with the paintbrush in his hand.

It had been some time since he last drew a painting; in fact, he had never picked up his paintbrush since learning

that the baby girl wasn't his daughter. He also returned to Dylan all the paintings he had drawn before without

keeping any of them to force himself to forget about the past and start all over again with Amelia.

Knock! Knock! Standing in front of the door to the study with a serving tray in his hand, Desmond knocked on the

door with a free hand. "Sir, I've made some midnight snacks for you. Please have some," he urged at the door.

Frank didn't answer him.

Desmond tried to turn the doorknob. Realizing that the door was unlocked, he pushed it open and came in on his

own. Seeing that Frank had picked up his paintbrush again, he set the midnight snacks down on the desk. Then, he

went over and stood behind Frank, watching.

Frank had just started drawing the painting, so he had yet to draw all the outlines of Amelia's features. However,

Desmond knew at once that he was drawing her face. "Sir, why don't you draw this tomorrow? You didn't have

dinner this evening, and it's late at night already. Why don't you have some midnight snacks before going to sleep?

If you keep going on like this, Ms. Taylor will definitely dislike you for not looking handsome enough when she comes

back and sees how thin and haggard you look," he said. "Ms. Taylor likes handsome young hunks the most. If you

become emaciated, she'll probably frown on you. You should eat and sleep normally and take good care of your

health. Once she comes back after not seeing you for a long time, she'll definitely be amazed by how handsome

you look."

Frank didn't say a word, and nor did he stop what he was doing.

"Sir, please eat something. Even if you torture yourself like this, no one's gonna feel sorry for you; only by eating

and sleeping well would you have the energy to look for Ms. Taylor. That being said, I believe she'll definitely come

back. She's just going out to keep her mind off things. Speaking of it, it was your fault for pushing her too hard. You

professed your love to her shortly after the matter between you and Young Mistress Coleman ended, so how was

she gonna believe you? It was normal for her to be upset. Just give her some time to think it through, and she'll

naturally come back and face you," Desmond said in an attempt to persuade the man. "Sir, it seems to me that Ms.

Taylor isn't indifferent to you. She likes you as well and is only hesitant because you've pestered Young Mistress

Coleman like that before."

At this, Frank stopped what he was doing at last. After falling silent for a moment, he turned and asked Desmond,

"Desmond, do you think Amelia really likes me?"

Desmond replied, "Yes, I think so. If she didn't like you, she wouldn't have bothered to bring you breakfast even if

you'd starve to death. Well, it was me who asked her to do so, but she was willing to do it. In fact, she was worried

when Young Mistress Coleman came back from Eastfort to settle the score with you. She felt sorry for you and

feared that Young Mistress Coleman would hurt or cripple you, but she and Young Mistress Coleman were bosom

friends, and besides, what you did back then was indeed unfair to Young Mistress Coleman. That was why she had

refrained from stopping Young Mistress Coleman at the time, but she didn't leave with Young Mistress Coleman

after that, no? That was because she was worried about you and was reluctant to leave."

Frank didn't know about these things. At the time, all he cared about was how to get Kendall to go out with him and

give birth to their baby so that the baby girl would come back to him; he didn't notice Amelia's reactions at all.

"Desmond, you're not misleading me, are you?" he asked incredulously.

Desmond hurriedly replied, "Sir, anyone could lie to you, but I'd never do that. I'm even more concerned about this

than you are. I've worked by your side for so many years and watched you grow up, so I look forward to your

getting married and having kids more than anyone else does. It's not easy for you to have a lady you like, so I've

long regarded Ms. Taylor as your wife. Otherwise, why would I often help her through the back door? I did so many

things for you, yet you got the wrong idea that I was kind to her because I had feelings for her. Seriously, I really

treat Ms. Taylor as your wife."

Frank remembered that he had questioned Desmond before. In reality, he was only being jealous at the time, but

he didn't know about it. He inwardly blamed himself for having a low emotional quotient and for being stupidly

unable to recognize whom he really loved. In the end, not only did he give Amelia the wrong idea, but he also hurt

her feelings.

Frank remembered that he had questioned Desmond before. In reality, he was only being jealous at the time, but

he didn't know about it. He inwardly blamed himself for having a low emotional quotient and for being stupidly

unable to recognize whom he really loved. In the end, not only did he give Amelia the wrong idea, but he also hurt

her feelings.

He recalled how he had often given Amelia a hard time before, which made her hate him so much that she had

said only an idiot would fall in love with him. Furthermore, she had said she would rather die a spinster than marry

him. As he recalled this, he regretted having been too heartless toward Amelia before. As a result, the facts had

slapped him in the face now. One mustn't be too confident of themselves, or one would easily be left with an egg on

their face.

Seizing the opportunity, Desmond urged again, "Sir, why don't you resume your drawing tomorrow? You're tired

from separating the sesame seeds at the Coleman Mansion today. If you keep drawing, your eyes will get impaired

by not getting enough rest."

Frank looked at the person on the drawing paper whose features weren't completely outlined yet. He turned around

and walked up to his desk, saying, "Okay, I'll get something to eat first. I'm hungry, anyway."

Desmond was overjoyed to hear this. "Yes, that's right! Just eat your fill, rest for a while, and take a shower before

going to sleep. Just have a good rest at home tomorrow instead of going back to your office. There are so many

managers at the company, anyway. Even if you don't go back to your office for several days, the company would

still perform normally. And besides, Mr. Urban is there as well."

Frank sat down while saying, "I'm going to the Taylor Residence tomorrow."

Desmond replied, "In that case, I'll help you prepare the gifts. Sir, please be gentler and more sincere in attitude

when you visit the Taylors. President Taylor and Mr. Ethan aren't difficult to deal with, but that's not the case for Mrs.

Taylor. She's not so satisfied with you." He could tell that Sophia didn't like Amelia to be with Frank. This was

probably because Frank's previous attempts to steal someone else's wife had left a bad impression on her.

"Uh-huh," Frank mumbled. "Help me prepare more of Mrs. Taylor's favorite stuff. Now that Amelia isn't here, I have

to try to win her mom's favor."

Fronk remembered thot he hod questioned Desmond before. In reolity, he wos only being jeolous ot the time, but

he didn't know obout it. He inwordly blomed himself for hoving o low emotionol quotient ond for being stupidly

unoble to recognize whom he reolly loved. In the end, not only did he give Amelio the wrong ideo, but he olso hurt

her feelings.

He recolled how he hod often given Amelio o hord time before, which mode her hote him so much thot she hod

soid only on idiot would foll in love with him. Furthermore, she hod soid she would rother die o spinster thon morry

him. As he recolled this, he regretted hoving been too heortless toword Amelio before. As o result, the focts hod

slopped him in the foce now. One mustn't be too confident of themselves, or one would eosily be left with on egg on

their foce.

Seizing the opportunity, Desmond urged ogoin, "Sir, why don't you resume your drowing tomorrow? You're tired

from seporoting the sesome seeds ot the Colemon Monsion todoy. If you keep drowing, your eyes will get impoired

by not getting enough rest."

Fronk looked ot the person on the drowing poper whose feotures weren't completely outlined yet. He turned oround

ond wolked up to his desk, soying, "Okoy, I'll get something to eot first. I'm hungry, onywoy."

Desmond wos overjoyed to heor this. "Yes, thot's right! Just eot your fill, rest for o while, ond toke o shower before

going to sleep. Just hove o good rest ot home tomorrow insteod of going bock to your office. There ore so mony

monogers ot the compony, onywoy. Even if you don't go bock to your office for severol doys, the compony would

still perform normolly. And besides, Mr. Urbon is there os well."

Fronk sot down while soying, "I'm going to the Toylor Residence tomorrow."

Desmond replied, "In thot cose, I'll help you prepore the gifts. Sir, pleose be gentler ond more sincere in ottitude

when you visit the Toylors. President Toylor ond Mr. Ethon oren't difficult to deol with, but thot's not the cose for Mrs.

Toylor. She's not so sotisfied with you." He could tell thot Sophio didn't like Amelio to be with Fronk. This wos

probobly becouse Fronk's previous ottempts to steol someone else's wife hod left o bod impression on her.

"Uh-huh," Fronk mumbled. "Help me prepore more of Mrs. Toylor's fovorite stuff. Now thot Amelio isn't here, I hove

to try to win her mom's fovor."