Love Knows No Bounds

Chapter 463

"Both of you are definitely not for each other. I understand that you're not a romantic, but the number of girls who admire you are countless. The only thing that they lack was their initiatives in pursuing you, like Yasmine did; your wife is no different either. I can believe that she and Frank are innocent, but she really was in a relationship with Jackson."

"Grandma, I'm the first man Kendall's ever had!"

Tilly was caught speechless.

Look at how protective he is of her!

Sighing under her breath, Tilly stated, "After your breakfast, go to the company and finish up the remaining tasks before heading to your in-laws to pick up Kendall."

After the day-long tension between the grandmother and grandson, Tilly chose to concede in the end. Through their conversation, she was aware that her grandson had fallen too deeply for Kendall. If she was to break them up, she was afraid that Dylan would be ruined by her own hands.

Since this was the successor she and her husband so painstakingly raised, she was not about to let this ruin his life.

At that, Dylan revealed a content smile. "Thank you, Grandma."

"Not too fast. Although I permit you to let her into the household, this doesn't mean that I approve of her. She'd still need to prove herself in the future. Also, you can't be overprotective of her either. You'd need to have her get along with your mother and aunts. If she wants to be the madam of the Coleman

Family, she will have a lot of hoops to jump through." The old madam drafted her own terms.

Since Dylan was the current head of the Coleman Family, this meant that his wife would naturally be the madam of the household.

As the madam of the Colemans, she would need to be able to hold herself well. In other words, Kendall was still lacking in terms of social aspect.

"Understood, Grandma. I'll tell Kendall to bond more with Mom and our aunts."

"She's learnt the basics of etiquette; that's about enough. From now on, she'll have to learn to deploy them in real life, so you should bring her to social events and parties. I'm old now, so I don't have the energy to bring her around. With your protectiveness over her, I don't think that anyone else would dare to lead her around as well. Since you cherish her that much, you should shoulder this task."

Hearing that, Dylan nodded repeatedly. As soon as Tilly was done, he asked, "Grandma, can we not do this again?"

The old madam glared at him. "Do you want to drive me to an early grave?"

Dylan quickly replied, "Thank you, Grandma. I promise not to anger you again."

Snorting, Tilly said, "You did not anger me, not on the surface, at least. But, your acts of self-harm and abuse are akin to a knife in my heart. I still feel pain inside."

"I apologize, Grandma."

"Eat up. You've been starving all day, so you must be famished. Go on." Tilly started to urge her grandson to eat.

Finally in a relaxed state, Dylan felt that the weather was stunning today, for he was in high spirits.

He had planned to call Kendall in a while after he finished with work. That way, he could pick her up from Eastfort after he paid a visit to the parkers. In actuality, he believed that it was his fault that their daughter suffered, so he wanted to apologize to them.

Naturally, he was not about to let the culprit that separated them temporarily off the hook.

Frank, who was also having his breakfast, sneezed hard.

"Master," Desmond called out in worry.

Rubbing his nose with a tissue, Frank responded impatiently, "I'm not that weak. What is this breakfast? It's absolutely disgusting."

Out of a bad mood, he felt that he was chewing on candle wax, despite having a delicious breakfast. As such, he blamed it on the chef.

Courageously, Desmond said, "Master, you're only feeling that the breakfast is awful due to your bad mood. The chef is personally hired by you and it was you who approved of his skills."

Frank turned around and stared at his butler. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

"Master, how about I invite Miss Taylor for breakfast now?"

"How about you look at the time? By the time she arrives, I'll be eating lunch already."

Desmond did not dare to speak after that.

After a moment of silence, Frank ordered, "Invite her, but send her to the company. I'm going to take a look at the company today."

Since he had stayed at home for quite some time, he thought that he should return to the company.

Luckily for him, Eric from Eastford did not punch him in the face that day, unlike Dylan, who would always aim for his face. He was starting to suspect whether Dylan only hit him on the face so violently because he was jealous of his good looks.

If Dylan could hear his thoughts, he would reply that Frank was the one in love with him instead, seeing how he was always targeting him and wanting to take him and his wife as his own.

At this thought, Frank was disgusted by that and thought Dylan was a shameless man. Ew!

"Okay." Desmond immediately smiled brightly.

Yet, this made Frank frown. "Desmond, why are you suddenly so happy now that I ordered you to pick Amelia up? What, are you thinking of getting together with her? Do you fancy her or something?"

Cough, cough… Desmond nearly choked to death upon hearing this.

What train of thought is this?

Why would I fancy Miss Taylor? I treat her as the future madam of the family.

"Master, I-I'm at the age where I could be Miss Taylor's father. Why would I fancy her? I'm happy because your mood would get better if I invited her over. I'm happy because of you, Master."

This made Frank stop frowning, although he was still teasing him, "If you like her, I can help you out. With me by your side, I can make sure you make her yours."

Desmond responded, "Master, I don't like—no—I don't fancy Miss Taylor. I only treat her as my junior. She could be my daughter, so I treat her as one."

Snorting twice, Frank stated, "I thought you were into her, seeing how you kept helping her in secret. You even dare to disobey me because of her."

Desmond could feel a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. "Master, that's because I don't want you to regret this. After all, Miss Taylor is a very close friend of Miss Kendall. If you hurt her, it'll be equivalent to hurting Ms. Parker. You'll regret this."

This made Frank stare at him. "Is this true?"

Desmond kept nodding, almost wanting to swear to God. "Master, all the things I do are for you. I don't harbor any ill intentions. You shouldn't say that I fancy Miss Taylor, Master. If I were to do that, I'd be destroying Miss Taylor's reputation."

Although Frank calmed down, he made a sarcastic remark. "Does she still have any reputation to uphold?"

Thinking of Amelia's hobby, Frank found himself speechless.

Indeed, she had a bad reputation.

"I don't have the appetite anymore. Have somebody pick up Amelia and let her bring me something to eat at the company." As soon as he stated that, Frank stood up and left the dining area.

Desmond, who reacted after he walked out, affirmed respectfully. Raising his hand, he wiped his forehead only to find himself full of sweat.

Master really scared the wits out of me earlier. Thankfully, he still believes in me.

Only God knew how much he was working behind the scenes to ensure that his master would not suffer when he wanted to vye for her affection in the future…