Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 503

"Ms. Taylor." When Desmond saw Amelia come out, he asked with a smile, "It seems like I've disturbed your rest. Did you sleep well last night?"

"It's okay. I was awake anyway. I slept so well that I don't know when I fell asleep. By the way, about my money… I didn't finish counting last night. Will Frank tell me to count it all over again?" she muttered while walking downstairs.

Desmond only quietly followed her. He liked how she was always a ball of sunshine.

He thought that Frank and Amelia should be together. With Amelia's cheerful personality and Frank's dark one, they would complement each other well.

When Frank heard the footsteps approaching, he immediately pretended to start eating.

The table was filled with delicious food and half of them were Amelia's favorite.

Not only that, the food looked as good as it smelled.

As she was going into the dining room, Desmond called out to her again. "Ms. Taylor."

"What's the matter?"

"Do you know what day it is today, Ms. Taylor?"

"Nope. What day is it?" She was a single lady after all. She wouldn't pay any heed to Valentine's Day.

Thinking about how Frank went out of his way to wait for her to have breakfast together, she asked Desmond in a low voice, "Mr. Desmond, is today your master's birthday?"

"It's not, Ms. Taylor. Master's birthday is on Halloween; it's already passed. You have to remember it well! It's on Halloween every year."

Amelia hummed in response. "That's easy to remember, but everyone will only remember the day as Halloween and not his birthday. But at least he wasn't born on the first day of the month. There's a jinx that boys born on the first of the month and girls born on the fifteenth of the month are bound to live a hard life."

"You're superstitious, aren't you, Ms. Taylor?"

"Sure am."

Deciding not to let her guess anymore, Desmond told her straight out, "It's Valentine's Day."

"Ah, Valentine's. The history of the executed priest named Valentinus in 3rd century Rome."

Desmond fell silent when he heard that, but he later emphasized, "Its history aside, it is Valentine's Day."

Amelia immediately huddled over and tried to gossip. "Mr. Desmond, who are you spending Valentine's Day with? I've known you for so long, but I haven't heard you mention your wife and children yet."

Instead of answering her nosy inquiries, Desmond went and took a bouquet he had prepared and passed it to her. "Ms. Taylor, I had the servants make a bouquet from the flowers in the yard. It's wrapped nicely now. Please bring it into the dining room."

"What do I need flowers for?"

"You must be hungry, Ms. Taylor. Quickly, take the flowers and go into the dining room." He stuffed the bouquet into her arms and pushed her to the dining room.

The woman started to sigh as she helplessly flailed into the dining room. As Frank looked up at her, his eyes seemed to light up when he saw her holding a bouquet.

"Good morning."

Amelia sauntered over as if nothing had happened and put the bouquet down casually before she sat down opposite Frank.

He picked up the bouquet to take a closer look at it. "It's gorgeous." He gave a rare compliment.

"It is. You can have it if you like it," she casually threw out.

The moment Amelia remembered that today was Valentine's Day after she gave it to Frank…

She really wanted to take it back.

"Thank you. This is the first Valentine's Day gift I've ever received."

As he calmly gave his thanks, he placed the bouquet on the chair beside him so that she couldn't take it from him.

Seeing this, she opened her mouth to explain that she had done it rather instinctively and that it wasn't her intention to give him the bouquet. However, Frank's action of spooning food for her startled her so much that she completely forgot to tell him about the flowers.

"Eat. You can continue counting your money after we're done with breakfast. Go out for a walk with me after that."

His tone was still nonchalant as he spoke.

Amelia couldn't help feeling something odd bubbling between them.

She proceeded to take out her phone. "I'll send Kendall pocket money to wish her a happy Valentine's Day."

After she sent some money and wishes over, Kendall did the same in return.

When Amelia said that she would give Kendall pocket money, Frank's eyes flickered but he didn't say anything. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

He had also sent Kendall a message and pocket money, but he hadn't gotten a response.

Frank didn't seem to know what to think as he watched Amelia happily chatting with Kendall.

…

Toddy was eating instant noodles.

He got up late today and was too lazy to go out to eat. And with his refrigerator out of ingredients, he searched for a long time before he finally found a cup of instant noodles.

Looking at the instant noodles, he suddenly recalled something that had happened in the past.

He remembered how his doorbell would ring on time at 7.15AM every morning.

As soon as he opened the door, he would see Emma there with two insulated lunch boxes which contained the breakfast she cooked for him. The food would always be of different varieties, and they were as delicious as they were nutritious.

However, ever since her confession, he never opened the door for her again. He had also taken back the access card from her, preventing her from freely entering and leaving the villa.

Still, she never gave up and would bring the lunch boxes to the company instead.

She would even bring it to his office.

Everyone in the company knew that she was pursuing him.

She insisted on lovingly making him breakfast every day and delivering it to his office. It went on for several years, no matter rain or shine.

And how exactly did he treat her?

He refused to open his villa's door to her.

And when they were at the company, he threw the lunch boxes along with the breakfast into the trash.

She had, more than once, quietly picked up the lunch box from the trash can, cleaned it, and continued to give him the breakfast she prepared the next day.

There were a handful of people from the company who talked behind her back about how shameless she was for not giving up despite his cold shoulder.

Their words would probably have drowned her if she wasn't Dylan's secretary.

Back to the present, the instant noodle was delicious, but it tasted disgusting the more Toddy ate it.

He had to admit that he missed Emma's breakfast.

Ding! Dong!

The doorbell suddenly rang.

Toddy's foul mood was immediately replaced by immense joy when he thought Emma had brought him breakfast.

He immediately placed his bowl of noodles on the table and dashed out of there.

However, he abruptly came to a stop when he went out and saw the security guard of the area standing at the door of the villa.

It wasn't Emma.

Dejection washed over Toddy like a tsunami, leaving him breathless.

The security guard stood at the entrance of the villa and said to Toddy through the barbed door, "Mr. Heller, I brought your parcel."

Toddy came back to his senses when he heard this, and he walked over to open the door. After he took the courier from the security guard, he thanked him.

"You're welcome."

The guard promptly left after Toddy took the parcel.

Toddy continued to stand at the entrance of the villa and looked to the right. The road on the right led to the upper floors, where Emma stayed in a rented unit.

That's right. She couldn't come over, now that she didn't have his access card.

The people who lived in the villa area could go to the high-rise side, but the residents there could not come here as they wished.

He only looked away and walked in with his parcel after dazedly staring in that direction for a long minute.

He couldn't help recalling what Dylan told him before about how Emma would one day get her heart completely broken because of Toddy's attitude toward her.

Her shattered heart was beyond repair now and she had given up on him.

Taking out his phone, Toddy clicked on WhatsApp. The first thing he saw was the status that Dylan posted one after another, showing off his Valentine's Day and birthday gifts.