Love Knows No Bounds Chapter 617

Someone knocked on the door.

Frank finished taking his selfies and placed his phone on the nightstand. Then he lay back down and
said weakly, "Door's not locked, Desmond."

Desmond came in with a glass of warm water and some light breakfast. He approached Frank, asking.
"How do you feel, sir?" He placed the tray on the nightstand. "Sir, here's breakfast. And remember to
take your medications after you eat."

Frank turned around, refusing to move.

Desmond persuaded, "Sir, you have to eat. Eat and heal up. You need strength if you want to search
for Ms. Taylor."

"But I hate pills," said Frank. He didn't like pills and injections. His family physician wanted to give him
an injection, but he refused, so the physician gave him a prescription instead. And then Frank sneezed.
"It's a big world. How on earth am I going to find her? Kendall won't say anything. Mrs. Taylor is
keeping her mouth sealed too. And our men still haven't found her." He sat up, but everything spun.
Damn the headache. He quickly massaged his temples. Like it's not bad enough I am down with a cold,
I have a headache as well. It's even worse than a hangover.

"Sir, Mrs. Coleman and Mrs. Taylor both told you Ms. Taylor is just out for a vacation. She'll come back
soon. Just have patience." Worried about Frank, Desmond picked up the bowl of soup and sat down
beside Frank. "Here, sir. Let me feed you."

"No." Frank snatched the bowl of soup away. "If I do nothing while she's absent, Kendall and Mrs.



Taylor are bound to tell her. And she's going to think my feelings for her are fake. Yes, falling sick
sucks, but at least they know I really love her. And I even told Dylan I would give him my shares if he
would help me. At this point, they wouldn't smear me in front of Amelia when she comes back. Only
then will she realize I truly love her."

I see. That's a good idea. Ms. Taylor has gone on vacation. If the master still goes to work like usual,
she's going to think he doesn't care about her. But now, to search for her, the master is going that extra
mile and staking out her place. The neighbors know. And he fell sick from that. Once Ms. Taylor's back,
the neighbors are gonna tell her even if her mother won't.

"Sir, you promised Mr. Coleman your shares? What did he say to that?" asked Desmond nervously. If
the master loses everything, how's he supposed to support the madam? And they're going to have kids
sooner or later. Raising children costs money too.

Frank took a sip of the soup. "I know Dylan. He won't take anything I give willingly. A humiliating victory,
he'd think. He would love nothing more than to beat me with his own two hands and take everything I
have."

Desmond heaved a sigh of relief. "He probably refused for Ms. Taylor's sake. She is a good friend of
his wife, and you only went after Ms. Taylor because of Mrs. Coleman. They'd think they owe her this
much." Before Ms. Taylor makes her decision, Mr. Coleman won't attack the master. He's doing it for
her.

After finishing the soup, Frank felt a bit of strength coming back to him, but his head still hurt.

"Take the pills, sir. It'll bring your fever down. And your headache will go away. And you'll sneeze less."



Frank complained, "They're bitter."

"They're good for you, sir. Just a gulp of water, and down they go. Now if it's alternative medicine,
you're going to have to deal with a bowl of goopy, bitter mush." If Amelia were here, Desmond would
have asked the family physician to prescribe an alternative medicine. He would then get Amelia to
force Frank to finish it. He's still reluctant. Fine. "Sir, if you want to show everyone how you feel about
her, then take your medications and go to her place again. The neighbors are gonna find out you're
sick. And her mother, your future mother-in-law, might take pity on you."

Frank shot Desmond a glare. Dammit, Desmond. You can be really persuasive. Fine. I'll let this slide,
but just because you're worried about me. He picked up the glass of water, and Desmond quickly gave
him the pills. "This must be about a dozen pills." The hell are you doing, doctor? Are you trying to kill
me? It's just a common cold.

Desmond smiled. Half of these pills were just vitamin tablets. Since Frank hated pills, these tablets
should make the overall taste less awful.

Despite his complaints, Frank shoved all the pills into his mouth and took gulps of water. Once they
were all down his throat, he took another swig of water. Huh. Doesn't taste that awful this time. In fact,
they're a little sweet. No way. Must be the cold. It's affecting my taste buds. And Frank got out of bed.

"Sir, you should rest."

"Like hell I should. I can't sleep, and my headache's killing me. Not like I can work anyway. I'll stand
outside her house again. See if she'll come back. If she doesn't, well, her neighbors will tell her about
my sickness." I'm going to make everyone see me looking sick. That'll evoke their sympathy.



With no way to stop Frank, Desmond gave in and took him to the Taylor Residence. If I'm not with him,
he might get himself killed. But Desmond didn't stop right in front of the residence. Instead, he stopped
nearby.

Frank got out of the car and slowly made his way to the residence.

"Sir, call me if you can't hold on. I'll pick you up," said Desmond.

But Frank didn't answer. Instead, he took step after agonizing step toward Amelia's place. God, the
headache is killing me. And when he came to the front door, the gates swung open, much to his
delight.

Sophia quickly stopped her car. Whew. Good thing I didn't step on the pedal, or I'd have crashed into
him. Oh, it's Frank again. Gods, he's persistent.

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