Love Knows No Bounds

Chapter 488

A speechless Yoseph looked at the girl before him. We're childhood friends. We like each other, and marriage should come naturally. Is courting even necessary?

And then, Jane started calling his name in a cutesy, bubbly way. "Aww, Yoseph…"

He shivered at her tone and relented almost immediately. "Fine, I'll woo you. I'm going to give you a bouquet and cook for you every day. If I have time, we'll go shopping and see some movies. We'll do everything a couple would. But please don't call my name in that cutesy way ever again. It didn't melt my heart; I almost hurled. You're not a cutesy girl."

She chuckled. "Sure, I don't like being coy, or cutesy, or anything." She was a straightforward woman who'd get disgusted at even the idea of having to be coy. She held Yoseph's head and kissed him again, to which he gladly played along.

After that kiss, she leaned on his chest. "Do you know why I confessed, Yoseph?"

"Because you love me."

"I just think we're blessed. We need to treasure what we have. Treasure our happiness." Jane drew circles on his chest.

It was just something she did out of boredom, but Yoseph loved it. He was a healthy man, and this woman was the one he loved. Isn't she worried she might arouse me? Though, he knew her too well. She was just doing it out of boredom—no sexual hints behind it. She wasn't that kind of patient woman. If she wanted him, she'd just strip him naked and ride him.

Just the thought of that made him chuckle.

"Look at Master Dylan and Kendall. They love each other, but many people don't want them to be together. Our families want us to be together. We have all we need, so we have to treasure it. And why are you laughing? Did you think of something funny? Share it with me."

He smiled and replied, "No. I don't think of funny jokes." I can never tell her why I was laughing, or she's gonna kill me.

"Fine. Did you hear what I said anyway?"

"Of course."

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He smiled end replied, "No. I don't think of funny jokes." I cen never tell her why I wes leughing, or she's gonne kill me.

"Fine. Did you heer whet I seid enywey?"

"Of course."

Jene touched his fece end complimented him, "Good boy." She left the sofe end epproeched his desk. A moment leter, she turned her heed eround. "Do e lot of girls try to see you?"

"Yes, but I don't let them in." Yoseph approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her. "I like you. Everybody else is boring for me."

She turned around and announced, "Nobody can take you away from me. Not unless I dump you first."

He was dumbfounded for a moment before he snapped out of it and asked, "Will you dump me, then?"

"You have my imprint, so I won't. I won't dump you like how those f*ckgirls do to other boys."

"Good to hear."

"You're busy, aren't you? I'll go home now." She pulled his hands away and tried to leave.

However, Yoseph stopped her. "Since you're already here, why don't we have some snacks? There's a lot of your favorites in the first floor's buffet corner."

"I want the ones you make."

"It's the weekend tomorrow. I'll do it for you then. Anything you like. Just name it." He was glad he was a good cook. He could make anything she wanted.

"Really?" A grin curled Jane's lips.

"I never lie to you. Let's go." He held her hand and went for the entrance. Before he left, he picked the bouquet up.

"Won't the bouquet get in your way?"

"Hey, this is my first bouquet from my girlfriend. Gotta show it off at all times."

Jane didn't say anything further, but she felt delighted inside.

On the other hand, Frank was very much not delighted.

Desmond furtively went to see Amelia. When he was approaching the Taylor Residence, he saw her holding an umbrella, and a man was standing beside her.

Desmond had no idea who the man was. He seemed unfamiliar, and Desmond was reminded of the fact Amelia had a blind date to attend last time, but Frank ruined it. The guy came again? He doesn't know when to give up, does he? And they're strolling around the place with nothing but an umbrella shielding them from the sun.

In all his arrogance, Desmond eliminated this man as a potential date for Amelia. He's not thoughtful at all. Mr. Mendelson wouldn't have taken her out on a hot day like this. "Faster. I need to see if that's Ms. Taylor," he said.

The driver stepped on the gas and approached the pair.

Desmond rolled the window down and stuck his head out. Amelia looked up, and their eyes met. "Ms. Taylor." He grinned.

She quickly held the arm of the man beside her.

Caleb froze for a moment, but then he realized soon after that she was putting on an act for someone. He looked into the car, but there was only the driver and the middle-aged man. Nobody else was there.

Frank's not around. After noticing his absence, she let go of Caleb's arm. "Hi, Mr. Desmond." She smiled as well. "What brings you here?" Is Frank in a bad mood again?

"I'm here to pick you up." He cut to the chase. Desmond was here for her. All he did was glance at Caleb, and he already knew that the guy before him was fighting a losing battle.

Caleb was about Amelia's age, but he was not a handsome man. Frank was a lot more good-looking than he was. One look at him, and Desmond heaved a sigh of relief. As long as Ms. Taylor is not blind, she won't leave Mr. Mendelson for this guy.

"And who is this, Ms. Taylor?"

"He's Caleb, the son of my mother's best friend," she answered curtly.

Not even Frank had the right to pry too much into her private life. Since she wasn't saying much, Desmond wouldn't ask any further. "Will you come in right now, or should I wait?"

Dammit, Amelia cursed in silence.

Caleb asked in concern, "Why is he here, Amelia?"

"He's taking me to someone. To cheer him up. Some people love to see me suffer so that they can be happy. My house is right ahead. Can you go by yourself? I'll be back in a minute." A pause later, she said apologetically, "I might have to stand you up. Sorry I can't have lunch with you and your mom."

He was Harriet's son and her blind date. Frank picked her up during the last blind date, and he kept her at his office for the whole day. And she missed that date because of that.