Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 138

At this point, anyone who plans to upset Kendall in any way shall prepare to handle Dylan's explosive

temper; his destructive scale is undoubtedly ranked top of the family.

"Master Dylan, I'll be sure to relay your message to Old Madam Coleman without any omission," Tia

affirmed respectfully.

Dylan cast a quick glance around the room while his cold face and sharp eyes made everyone shiver.

"That's all I have to say. Get back to work, everyone."

"Yes."

After that, Kendall brought him toward the dining hall. As soon as the butlers left in an orderly manner,

the janitors immediately came to mop the floor several times before ensuring the hall was spotless.

As Kendall was sitting in the dining hall faced with a table full of delicacies, she did not devour any of

them. She felt a lump in her throat as she knew she was on the verge of tears. Happy, moving tears.

"Do you not like the choice of breakfast today? Or do they taste bad? If they do, I'll have them removed

immediately and the chefs can bid goodbye to their one-month-worth bonus."

"No." She responded quickly, "It's just that I am fairly moved, Dylan. I wanted to cry but am too

embarrassed to do so. I couldn't eat because it felt like something was in my throat."

She had always acknowledged Dylan's power, not only within the Coleman Family, but also in Orapolis.

He was known as the 'evil god' because he was both the god and the devil! It was not until the meeting

just now that she finally realized his immense tolerance toward her. Otherwise, she could easily be out

on the street with just a flick of his finger. Thank you for your mercy, Dylan!

At this moment, Dylan hooked his finger and motioned her to come over. Kendall knowingly followed

his instruction. His slender fingers first landed on her cheeks, then lightly traced along the other parts of

her face. Just as she was enjoying this intimate moment, he suddenly pinched her face; the pinch was

so hard that she instinctively slapped his hand away until he released his grip.

Kendall rubbed her pinched face and glared angrily at Dylan. Her rage, on the other hand, appeared to

be lovely and cute in his eyes.

"Does it hurt?" His deep voice inquired.

An upset Kendall replied, "Why don't you let me do it to you instead and you can tell me the answer?"

"It's good you're feeling something. Are you still too moved to eat then?"

She was completely speechless when she heard his response.

Moved? What? What's that? All I want now is to pinch the heck out of him! That was so painful just

now. I guess he didn't get the name 'evil god' for nothing.

"Dylan, if you keep up with that, I'm afraid you'll be a bachelor for the rest of your life. You have zero

sympathy." Kendall then began to eat freely while complaining.

One should definitely fill themselves up whenever they're angry, otherwise, where does one get the

energy to be even angrier? Kendall felt that not eating at moments like this was too detrimental. Why

suffer by being mad and hungry at the same time?

Dylan, on the other hand, picked up his spoon and placed some food in her bowl while stating calmly,

"All thanks to a desperate lady who wanted to marry me, I am no longer one."

She remained silent. She was that very woman who desperately wanted to marry him. What an act of

charity.

"Kendall, as my wife, there will be lots of benefits but, at the same time, tons of drawbacks too. Are you

scared?"

Due to Dylan's status, being his wife was equivalent to being the most honorable woman in Orapolis;

this was something that many people admired. Similarly, there would be numerous conspiracies

coming toward her. If she was not careful, she would end up into the traps of others and may even

become a burden to him.

Disclosing their identities and relationship meant exposing his flaws to the public as well. Forget about

others for a moment, just Frank Mendelson alone would be happy enough to light fireworks and

celebrate for finally knowing Dylan's weakness.

"I'm not scared," Kendall said firmly, "I'll work hard as well and one day I'll be able to walk alongside

you, Dylan. There's no need for you to slow down your steps just for me anymore."

Hearing her answer led Dylan to crack a smile. "Then, I'll look forward to the day of your rebirth."

"When you see Frank in the future, please keep a distance from him. Of course, it's best not to see him

at all." Dylan noticed Frank's special treatment toward her, but he had yet to figure out Frank's

intention. As a result, the best option was to keep Kendall away from Frank.

"I know." Kendall was also reluctant to get involved with Frank, anyway. They had never been linked in

her previous life; Frank and her would never have crossed paths if it had not been for their baby. Her

heart ached once more as she remembered her child.

She had a dream about the baby last night. In this lifetime, she had yet to give birth as she was still a

girl. However, it still took her ten struggling months as a pregnant woman and seven months as a

mother. Therefore, the mother-and-daughter bond could not be underestimated.

Her grief was immeasurable with the unexpected loss of her baby. She was thoroughly depressed

about life with the absence of Dewy. This resulted in her being involved in a car accident, in which they

both died.

Kendall was given a chance once again through her rebirth. However, the baby… the baby came just

as how she left the world—alone.

"Are you thinking about your baby again?" Dylan continued as he stared at her. "Your expression

changes too quickly."

"Dylan, did I talk in my sleep last night?" she asked after a moment of silence.

"You did. You talked in your sleep for the entire night, which kept me awake all night and affected my

sleep. You must make me a cup of coffee for a pick-me-up later before I begin my work today."

Kendall's pale little face tried to examine Dylan's expression but to no luck because she could not tell

anything by it. "What exactly did I say?"

"You said, 'I love you, Dylan! I must marry you and I promise to give you a soccer team of children!'"

"Pfft!" Kendall could not help but burst out laughing.

Amos quickly covered his mouth and ran away for fear that he would roll on the floor in laughter.

Who makes jokes with such a serious face? He stared calmly at Kendall having the time of her life

laughing.

She rubbed her tummy which had just recovered from excessive laughing. "I really do want to give you

a soccer team, though. Oh, I meant babies by the way. I'm not a coach, so I don't know where to find

you soccer players. But… I don't have the chance to get those rewards, do I?"

"How many children would you want to have?"

"I'll have as many children as you want."

That's quite cruel of you, Kendall, knowing well that he can't give you any.

Kendall made the promise as if nothing could stop her. "Okay, I got it. I'll keep it in mind," Dylan replied

with a deep voice.

His response led her to think that she was ahead of herself. However, she remembered all those times

where Dylan remained innocent despite her continuous flirting, therefore, she believed that he was

indeed incapable of doing so; seeing how his handsome face remained calm after his empty promise,

she was put at ease.

Even if she was willing to, he would have to find a way to make it a living reality.

"It's getting late. Hurry up and eat your breakfast. When you're done, remember my gift today. After

that, you can have Amos arrange a driver to take you to work. Remember to bring an umbrella to not

get wet."

"I got it." Dylan's nagging made her feel as if he could no longer defy gravity, it's rare to see him so

grounded.

Kendall did not forget to make a cup of coffee for Dylan after the meal. She went into her room to get

her bag and grabbed a handmade Gemini toy as a gift for him today before dashing out.