Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 71

Their talk only lasted for a while before Emma came out of the office and respectfully motioned for

Kendall to head in.

"The president will see you now, Ms. Parker."

Hearing that, Kendall gave her thanks again before she took a deep breath and started walking into the

office.

Emma then swiftly closed the door after Kendall had entered the room. At that point, Kendall stopped in

her tracks as she turned around and looked at the door for a brief moment. Having no other choice, she

turned back to look at Dylan, who was sitting at the semi circle desk.

He had on a suit paired with leather shoes and light blue necktie as he put all his focus into working. He

was so good-looking that she couldn't look away from him once her eyes fell on him.

It was a fact that he was an utterly attractive man.

"Are you done looking?" he chillingly asked while he put down the signing pen in his hand. He then

raised his gaze from the documents in front of him and glanced at her.

Even though there was still some distance between them, she could still feel the coldness emitting out

of him.

"Dylan," she called out to him.

There was no backing out now, since she had entered the lion's den.

Convincing herself to pick up her courage, Kendall let out a sweet smile and walked toward him. "I'm

here to see you, Dylan."

"You have seen me. You can leave now."

What? He must still be angry at me to be acting so coldly toward me.

She tried her best to not falter as she shuffled to his back and hugged him around his neck.

At that instant, he forcefully flung her arms away and spat, "Touch me one more time and I will get

security to drag you out of here!"

"Dylan…" she moaned in a sad voice, intentionally dragging her voice. "Come on. I am sorry, Dylan. It

was my fault. I won't give you any trinkets handmade by me anymore. I will buy you something

expensive, okay?" She was coaxing him like she would a child. "Tell me what you like. I will buy

everything you like for you."

Dylan's face went tense and his thin lips pressed together into a tight line.

Noticing his silence, she peeked at his expression before she took off the jade bracelet she always

wore from her hand.

She then placed the bracelet in front of him and said reluctantly, "This jade bracelet was given to me by

my grandmother. I heard from her that it was passed on to her mother by her grandmother. Her

grandmother was of noble birth, and this jade bracelet is a real antique from over 100 years ago. I don't

know how much this is worth, but it is a precious thing to me. I know that it might not be something rare

to you, but this is the most valuable thing I have right now and I am giving it to you. I hope you will be a

bigger person, Dylan, so please don't be angry at me anymore, alright?"

Kendall kept stealing glances at him to read his face as she spoke.

"Oh—Dylan. Get rid of that sour look on your face, please! You are such a good-looking man. I am sure

you will look even better if you would just smile. Will you show me your smiling face?"

He didn't answer her, and only looked at the bracelet as he picked it up.

It was still warm from her body heat since it had only been a minute since she removed it.

After flipping it around to inspect it, he agreed that it was good stuff after all.

The moment he noticed from the corner of his eye that she seemed reluctant to part with her bracelet,

he immediately felt like doing something bad. "I will accept it since you want to give it to me."

Huh? It turns out men like jade bracelets too.

Kendall's unwilling eyes continued to stare at the bracelet for a long time before she finally looked

away. "It is my pleasure to give you something you would accept." She then forced a laugh before

continuing timidly, "Uh… Dylan? Are you still angry?"

"Who told you I am angry?"

She was rendered speechless by his curt question. Why would he hang up her calls, not reply to her

messages, and even put a sullen face on if he wasn't mad?

"Is there anything else?" he asked again.

"N-No. That is all."

"The door is that way," he sassed. "Go on."

Upon hearing that, Kendall paused for a beat before she murmured, "Dylan."

"Spit it out!"

"Spit what out?"

His already-stoic became even more stern. "Aren't you calling me because you have something to say?

I am telling you to spit it out. Say what you want."

"But I have nothing I want to say. I was just calling your name."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

The corners of his mouth suddenly lifted.

He was smiling at her.

However, Kendall couldn't help but get goosebumps all over her back when she saw the mysterious

expression on his face.

"Since you like calling my name so much, I want you to call my name 100 times from now on. Record it

on your phone. Have it sent to me by the time it reaches 100."

She just knew that nothing good ever came out of him smiling.

At this point, it might be better for him to continue putting his cold expression on. If she continued trying

to melt his iceberg of a face, and if she somehow managed to one day, she would probably drown in

the melted ice.

"You will have to bear the consequences if I don't receive your voice message."

She was tempted to ask him what were the consequences of her not doing so, but she eventually

settled with asking, "Should I call you Master Dylan or just Dylan?"

"What do you think?"