Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 24

Once Kendall returned to the nanny's room, she discovered there was a small table in her room with

four dishes, a bowl of soup, and two ice packs.

As she approached the table, she saw a piece of paper with a short message, 'Eat this and use the ice

pack as a cold compress for your face.'

There was no need to question who it was because, from the few words, Kendall could tell it was from

Dylan.

How could she have thought that he was cold and heartless?

Kendall sat down on the chair as she secretly complained about her husband while eating the still hot

meal. He looked vicious but was kind, whereas he acted cold to others when he was a warm person.

Besides being unable to eat anything spicy, she was not a picky eater. Moreover, the Coleman Family's

cooks were very skilled, so Kendall finished all the dishes after being extremely hungry. It wasn't

because she had a big appetite, but rather the portions were relatively small.

After she finished her meal, her mood improved, placing the ice pack on her swollen face.

Knock, knock.

There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Young Mistress Kendall, I'm here to get the dishes."

After that, Kendall responded with an 'oh.' "The door is unlocked."

The room door was quickly pushed open to reveal a bodyguard walking in. He respectfully greeted

Kendall before clearing up the dishes. In the end, he even took away the tiny table.

Once that bodyguard left, another one wearing a black suit came in. He brought a plate of fruits and

placed it on the bedside table, saying, "Young Mistress Kendall, this is your after-dinner fruit platter."

"Thank you," said Kendall politely.

However, the bodyguard was shocked. "This is my job. You don't have to thank me, Young Mistress

Kendall."

After he set the platter down, he quietly left Kendall's room.

Even after she returned to her wealthy family for a year, the service Kendall had received from the

people at the Colemans differed from the service she had gotten back at the Parkers.

No wonder so many women dreamed of marrying Dylan. The way she was being treated was terrific!

Once she had finished using the cold compress and the swelling disappeared, Kendall couldn't fight

her heavy eyelids. Finally, she threw the ice pack on the bedside table and fell asleep without eating

her fruits.

When she woke up, the sunlight had softened as it was near sunset.

Out of habit, she reached out to the bedside table to grab her phone, but she accidentally touched

something beside her. It felt hard and warm, and there was clothing over it.

What was that?

Kendall turned her head and was met with Dylan's face. His dark eyes were wide open as he gloomily

stared at her.

Just as she still looked at him in shock, his sexy lips moved as he asked coldly, "Are you done

touching?"

Huh?

Kendal hurriedly retracted her hand that was feeling around Dylan's chest as soon as she regained her

senses.

Then, she quickly sat up and reflexively wanted to grab her quilt to cover her body, but then she

realized that she was still well-dressed and her clothes weren't even messed up.

Oh, she had overreacted.

Dylan couldn't do the deed, so she had nothing to worry about.

Instantly, Kendall was not anxious anymore, and she braced herself with both hands beside Dylan's

head. Then, she used her upper body to pin down Dylan's upper body, but his legs were crippled, and

she didn't have the guts to pin his legs as she was afraid of making his injuries worse.

"Dylan." She asked as she admired his handsome face, "Why are you on my bed?"

Her actions didn't faze Dylan as he retorted dispassionately. "This is my room, and you're sleeping on

my bed."

"Your room?" Kendall softly exclaimed, "Isn't this the nanny's room?"

She had roamed the entire second and third floors but couldn't enter any of the rooms, so she had no

choice but to choose this nanny's room.

But now, he was saying that this was his room?

"The whole building is mine."

Kendall was left speechless by his domineering statement. Of course, he owned the building, so this

was technically his room.

"How long are you going to lie on top of me? Are you trying to take advantage of me again?"

"I'm not that heavy. What's wrong with me lying on top of you? You look so handsome, and I just

wanted to enjoy your beauty."

Although she said that, she still moved away from Dylan's body.

She would have lain there longer if he hadn't said anything, but she didn't dare cross the line since he

had spoken. It would be embarrassing if he turned her and rolled her under the bed.

Dylan glared at her as he said, "You can't use the word 'beauty' to describe a man."

"But you are beautiful."

Dylan was speechless by her bold remark.

Then, Kendall approached him and asked coyly, "Dylan, can I touch your face?"

Unfortunately, he slapped her hand away as he scolded, "Kendall, don't push your luck!"

"You change moods faster than the weather changes during monsoon season," muttered Kendall as

she got down from the bed.

She accidentally rolled off the bed and fell face first, kissing the ground.

"Ouch," she groaned.

Dylan sat up quickly to look at her embarrassing state with laughter in his eyes. When Kendall rose to

her feet, he was already lying on the bed with an indifferent expression, but the words from his thin lips

sounded sarcastic. "You're a grown woman, yet you still rolled off your bed. How embarrassing of you."

"I-It was an accident."

Her whole face was blushing red as she was embarrassed to have rolled off her bed in front of her past

savior and her currently handsome husband.

Kendall felt like she was always embarrassing herself whenever she and Dylan were together.

They must be jinxing each other.

"Help me up," ordered Dylan.

"Can't you get up by yourself?"

Dylan glared at her, and she immediately admitted defeat.

Then, she came up to pull Dylan's hand before placing it on her shoulder. "Grab on. Don't complain that

I don't have the strength to support you when you fall back onto the bed."

Dylan didn't exert any strength, so it was hard for Kendall to support him. When he finally sat up,

Kendall breathed heavily, and she finally understood why Dylan only had bodyguards to serve him.

She was fortunate to have learned taekwondo and developed her strength so that she was stronger

than the average woman. Otherwise, it would be difficult for her to help him sit up.

"Bring my wheelchair over."

"Okay."

Once Kendall pushed his wheelchair over, she offered, "Do you want me to help you get on your

wheelchair, or do you want to get on yourself?"

"I even need you to help me sit up."

Kendall fell silent at his words. Then, she used all her strength to help Dylan into his wheelchair.

After she sat him down carefully, she kneeled before him and touched his legs. Then, she asked

tentatively, "Can your legs be saved?"

Instead of a reply, she saw Dylan's face darkening.

"Dylan, it's not what you think. I'm just worried about you. If there's hope, you just need to continue your

physiotherapy. That way, you'll recover faster and walk like a normal person again."

"Are you ashamed that I'm crippled?"

"No! Never"

Dylan clearly didn't believe her words as he sneered, "Kendall, even if you're ashamed that I'm

crippled, you have no chance of regretting it. I gave you a chance that day, and you didn't cherish it."

Kendall touched his legs again without looking at him and helped him massage them. Finally, she said,

"Dylan, I don't care about what you think or how you see me. Since I've made my decision, I'll never

regret it."

Even if she knew that he was punishing her, she still wouldn't regret her decision.

She would accompany him for the rest of his life to repay his small act of kindness in her past life.