Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 491

"We're not the same height. Your clothes won't suit me."

"So, you admit that you're short."

Amelia was speechless.

She was short in comparison to him, but she was considered tall for a woman.

"Is there anyone among your bodyguards who's about the same height as me? Ask him to lend me his clothes. They'll fit me better."

Frank threw her a look once more.

"Either wear those or don't bother changing. It's not as if it's me who needs a change of clothes."

Amelia pursed her lips and walked over to the changing room.

A little while later, she came back out again.

Frank studied her. His clothes were very baggy on her.

"Desmond, head over to her house and bring over a set of her clothes."

"Don't! Go and buy a new set of clothes. If you ask Mr. Desmond to take my clothes from my house, then as soon as I head home, I won't be able to step out of my house alive again. My mother will tear me apart."

"Buying you new clothes costs money," Frank stated coolly.

"You can't afford to spare that little bit of money?"

"I can, but I'm not buying it for me, and we're not related in any way. Why should I pay for you?"

Amelia had nothing to say in response.

She checked her pockets and found nothing apart from her water-damaged phone.

Nowadays, it was so convenient to rely on digital wallets to pay for everything. A phone would suffice, so she wouldn't need to carry an actual purse around.

"I don't have any money on me. Lend me some and I'll pay you back later."

"You'll have to pay interest on that."

"As if you need to earn that tiny bit of interest," Amelia grumbled.

"I like earning money off of you."

Amelia was so angry that she wanted to throw something at him, and the only thing she had right now was her phone, so that was what she hurled at him.

Knowing how good Frank's reflexes were, he could easily avoid her phone.

However, she never would've thought that he would remain in his spot, and her phone ended up smashing him in the face.

"Ouch—" Frank groaned loudly.

Amelia jumped in fright.

Her phone crashed to the ground, but she didn't pay any attention to it. She was worried that she might've thrown too hard and ended up ruining his face. What if he latches onto me because of this? What will I do?

"Uh. Hey. H-How's your face?" Amelia inched closer and asked carefully.

"Y-You could've avoided it. Why didn't you move away?"

Frank bent down so that Amelia could get a good look at the bruise on his face and declared icily, "Ms. Taylor, take a look at this. We're here at the scene of your crime. Since you're the reason why my face is all banged up, you're responsible for making sure the swelling goes down."

Amelia was speechless.

His face had already been covered in bruises as a result of his fight with Dylan.

All she did was throw her phone at him, and here he was putting all the blame on her.

Master Dylan, I'm being held accountable for your actions. When Kendall gets back, the two of you had better treat me to a good meal.

A little while later, voices echoed from the majestic living room.

"It's so cold!"

"Be gentle."

"I'm going to get frostbite."

Frank kept grumbling from time to time.

Amelia's expression was stormy. She couldn't stop herself from smacking Frank on the shoulder as she fumed, "Can't you be still? If you think I'm not being gentle enough, then go ahead and do it yourself! This is a piece of ice; of course, it'll feel cold! What else do you expect it to be?"

Frank fell silent after getting smacked.

Desmond, who was hiding in a corner, nearly choked as he held back his laughter.

He could tell that Frank was doing it on purpose.

Although the two were bickering all the time, at the very least, Frank was showing signs of initiating contact with Amelia.

Soon, Sir will no longer have any feelings for Young Mistress Coleman.

"I heard that you're going on blind dates."

Frank tried to strike up a conversation.

"That's none of your bloody business!"

After a pause, Frank commented, "You should watch how you behave in public, Ms. Taylor. Don't speak so crudely."

"I can't help but do that whenever I'm in your presence."

"Does Kendall know about this side of you?"

You've never seen just how harsh Kendall can be. She comes off even stronger than I do, you know. I'm no match for her.

Naturally, Amelia stopped herself from saying any of this out loud.

Even though it was the truth, she couldn't be the one to say it, or otherwise, it would seem like she was trying to badmouth Kendall in front of Frank.

"Did Master Dylan go too easy on you? Why do you keep dragging Kendall into everything? She's Master Dylan's wife and will be his wife for the rest of their lives. You should just give up."

Frank didn't say anything.

"Why don't I introduce you to a few other women and you can try dating them? Once you meet someone new, you'll realize that you don't love Kendall all that much."

Frank scoffed. "Do you even have any friends you can introduce to me, apart from Kendall?"

Amelia couldn't respond to that.

Frank turned to look at her, and she instinctively fired back, "I'm the matchmaker. I'm not included in the list of candidates."

"What's with your huge reaction? I didn't say I wanted you to introduce yourself to me. Is it because you already had that thought in mind?"

Frank stroked his face. "I'm pretty handsome."

Amelia was dumbstruck. Narcissist.

"I dare you to say that I'm not handsome."

"Yes. So handsome. The most handsome in the whole wide world!"