Kendall's Sacrifice

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Chapter 84

"Well, are you going to stick these golds on now, or would you like my help with that after our meal?"

Dylan kept looking at her with the same deep, unreadable gaze, which was why it must have been

Kendall's mistake when she thought she saw a bright glint in his eyes.

"How am I supposed to stick these on me? With adhesive tape?"

As soon as he heard that, a laugh unconsciously slipped through his lips before he quickly pressed his

hand over his mouth. He even let out a cough to fake nonchalance. "Go ahead if that is how you like it,"

he suggested.

"Can I put them on instead of sticking them on me?"

He took the chance as he lowered his head to take a sip of his soup to hide the joy written all over his

face. Despite that, he still managed to say in a calm voice, "Whatever floats your boats."

It took less than a second before Kendall already laid her hands on the jewelry and was busy putting

them on herself.

After she was clad in the accessories, she took a look at her reflection using the front camera of her

phone and started complaining, "Look at how gold and shiny I am, Dylan! Do I look like a nouveau

riche?"

He only lifted his chin to glance at her briefly before he lowered his gaze again to resume with his

eating.

"You do look like one," he said in between bites. "You are naturally elegant, but it seems you haven't

had enough lessons in etiquette. You don't uphold yourself well enough to bear the weight of the gold

you have on."

"I will enroll myself in an etiquette class, then."

In fact, Kendall was a classy woman due to Adam and Charlotte's adamant teachings. However, it was

unavoidable that the habits she had picked up from the 25 years she lived were deemed disgraceful

within high society.

She had too much she needed to learn after she had come back to life.

Dylan didn't object after hearing her say that.

Learning proper etiquette could be really helpful for her since she not only was the daughter of the

Parker Family, but was also the young mistress of the Colemans.

"You don't have to hold back in front of me. I have seen you at your worst behavior anyway. There is no

use for you to put on a sophisticated woman act."

He would never admit that he liked her for her impudence, and he even liked it more when she was her

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usual shameless and thick-skinned self.

"Alright, then. I will never act that way in front of you," Kendall said.

After all, they were a married couple who was going to spend a lifetime together. Instead of putting on a

front, which she didn't trust herself to do for the rest of her life, she would rather stay this way—she

could speak as she pleased or do things as she wanted to. He didn't restrain her, and neither did she

want to be put a leash on.

After they were done with the meal, the duo routinely went on a stroll, where Kendall pushed Dylan's

wheelchair.

"Dylan, I am going to work tomorrow," she suddenly brought up.

"Mm."

"I will work hard."

"Mm."

"Don't you have anything you would like to say to me, Dylan?"

Thinking that there was no one else who knew better about the current trends in the business world

than him, Kendall was looking forward to him telling her about it.

Dylan lightly tapped the armrest of his wheelchair after hearing her question, which prompted her to

stop walking.

He then tilted his head to look up at her, seemingly in deep thought after he hesitantly brought his hand

up. His thin lips finally parted as he uttered only two words, "Good luck!"

Kendall, who noticed every single emotion that was written across his face, couldn't help but burst out

in laughter when he only managed to squeeze out two simple words. She had thought that he was

going to give her a proper lecture of sorts.

He's pretty fun, she mused.

She was starting to like him more and more.

Lowering her head, she pressed a hard kiss on his cheek as she smilingly cheered, "I will do my best,

Dylan. Thank you for your support and encouragement."

She didn't mind it at all despite the lack of expression on Dylan's face even after he was kissed.

Kendall was always the one who initiated all the kisses they had had.

Even if he would sometimes reciprocate, his responses were never overly passionate.

It is probably because of his inability to be sexually intimate.

That night, the couple shared a rare moment of peace together.

The next day, Kendall woke up early in the morning.

As she made herself look presentable in front of the mirror, she tied her silky locks into a high bun that

made her look even more young and energetic.

Today was the day she would officially join the Parker Corporation. After she chose an outfit to wear,

she finally settled with a white, short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of black tights. This set of clothes was

the most suitable for her to wear for reporting to the company among all the other clothes she had

brought to the mansion.

The Parker Corporation had their designated uniforms for their employees. She would be getting one

for herself after she had become an official employee for the company.

Now that she was done putting on her clothes, she put on a pair of stilettos and walked as carefully as

she could.

Her personality and past occupation were the main reasons she didn't like being in heeled shoes that

were too high. However, Kendall had had to attend various banquets with Charlotte after she returned

to the Parker household. The former didn't have a choice but to wear them for specific occasions.

A year had passed since the first time she had to wear heels but still, Kendall couldn't seem to like

them.

Dylan, who had woken up earlier than she did, was already sitting in the living room as he read the

newspaper.

Seeing her literally walking on eggshells, he looked at her stilettos and frowned before he called out,

"Mr. Miller."

After Amos hurried over, he continued, "Have someone take a pair of kitten heels from Alice. I want a

new pair Alice hasn't worn before."

Kendall's shoe size was the same as Alice's.

This was something that Dylan was sure about because he had had her investigated before.

Upon hearing that, Amos respectfully answered him before walking away with a wide smile on his face,

personally going to Alice for the new shoes.

Alice was still asleep by the time the stewardess from the main house came knocking on her door,

forcibly pulling her out of dreamland.

"Why are you trying to break down my door at daybreak, Tia? You better have a darn good reason for

this, or else I will cut your bonus in half."

The young lady was extremely grumpy right after she woke up.

"Miss Alice," Tia apologetically started. "One of Young Master Dylan's men, Mr. Miller, is here. He said

that the young master wanted him to get something from you right this instant. I had no choice but to

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wake you up because it is an urgent request by Young Master Dylan."

Even though Alice was the apple of the Coleman household's eye and everyone pampered her, Tia

would rather she made Alice angry than getting on the turbulent Dylan's bad side.

After hearing that the employee had only come under her brother's instruction, Alice didn't see a point

in blaming Tia anymore. Instead, she asked, "What did Dylan tell Mr. Miller to take from me?" She let

out a graceful yawn before asking again, her tone full of curiosity, "What does Dylan need from me that

he doesn't have?"

What could he possibly need that he has to come to me so early in the morning? Alice wondered.

Tia proceeded to jerk her neck, motioning Amos to come over.

He, too, said in an apologetic voice as he approached them, "I apologize for disturbing you, Miss Alice.

Young Master Dylan wanted me to get a pair of brand new kitten heels that you haven't worn before

from you."

Alice had so many pairs of shoes that there was a room in the mansion used to specifically store all her

shoes.

Even with that additional space she had, the shoe racks in the room were all full. The overflowing

shoes could well be put in another room.

"Dylan wants shoes from me? For who? Kendall Parker?"

It took someone as smart as her only a quick second to guess that Kendall was the one who needed

the shoes.

After all, Kendall was the only woman Dylan had by his side.

"Indeed," Amos dutifully informed Alice, astonishing the lady.

Didn't Dylan bring her home to make her his unpaid nanny? Wasn't he supposed to be taking his

revenge on her? Why is he letting her wear my shoes?!

"Does Kendall not have shoes to wear?" Alice asked after the numerous thoughts ran through her

head.

"She does."

"Why does she need my shoes, then?"

Amos apologized again, "I am only doing as Master Dylan instructed, Miss Alice. I do not know the

reason."

Aware of the rules within her brother's residence, Alice decided to stop making things hard for Amos.

She had Tia get the keys to the room which housed her shoes, and after grabbing a pair of kitten heels

she had never worn before, she passed it to Amos for him to bring to her brother.

This was something that Dylan was sure about because he had had her investigated before.

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