Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 230

Instead of leaving Henry in the lurch, Kendall remembered to ask Ronnie to send him back as well. She

trotted over, opened the car door, and got into Dylan's car. Before Dylan could ask her anything, she

threw herself into his arms, swung her fist, and pounded his shoulder. She asked aggrievedly, "Master

Dylan, why weren't you here until now?"

Dylan held her gently in his arms while letting her vent her emotions. After she finished venting her

grievances, he asked in a gentle voice, "What happened?"

"I ran into a lunatic."

"Did Frank come to you?"

Kendall instantly looked up at him. "Dylan, did you know that he'd come to me?" She didn't even call

him Master Dylan, which showed how angry she was at this very moment.

Dylan explained, "I predicted that he'd find an opportunity to approach you, but I didn't expect him to

block your way here." He had only arranged for Carlos and Blake to protect her in secret before going

out. Of course, however, he couldn't let her know about it because she didn't like to be followed. He

continued honestly, "Frank and I are enemies. After the announcement of our marriage, he'd certainly

take action, no matter whether it was because of his special regard for you or because of the enmity

between us." It was just that he didn't expect Frank to take action so soon by coming to her early in the

morning.

Kendall's eyes reddened. Suddenly, she turned around, opened the car door, and stepped out of the

car. She felt really aggrieved while being pestered by Frank just now. On the other hand, Dylan had

figured that Frank would come after her, but instead of catching up to her sooner to lend her a helping

hand, he let her deal with Frank, that lunatic, alone. If Frank were to get crazy and have his way with

her on the spot, she'd have been violated by the man by the time Dylan arrived. At the thought of it, she

was both aggrieved and outraged. She was also angry with herself for being no match for Frank and for

being unable to beat the hell out of him.

"Kendall?" Realizing that the situation was bad, Dylan stretched out his hand to grab her, but he didn't

even manage to catch the hem of her clothes. He hurriedly got out of the car and chased after her

recklessly. "Kendall! Kendall!"

Tears of grievance fell from Kendall's eyes as the wind blew in her face. Ignoring the cool and

indifferent man, she strode along the road while weeping.

Just then, she was stopped by Ronnie's cries. "Young Mistress Kendall, Young Master Dylan fell over!"

She stopped and looked back at the man who was trying to get up after falling over. After being helped

up by his bodyguards, he struggled to chase after her. He did care about her, but he let her experience

the world. Even if she ended up being covered in bruises, he'd say that it was part of what she had to

experience in life.

However, she was angry with him after facing Frank alone today. She was angry with him for not

arriving sooner.

She wanted to harden her heart and leave just like that, so she turned around and walked a few steps,

only to turn back in the end. She walked back up to him without saying a word, wanting to help him into

the car, but he took her into his arms. "Sorry that I'm late, Kendall," he apologized with self-reproach.

"Even if you arrived sooner, could you protect me? You can't walk!" Kendall argued out of spite.

Dylan fell silent for a moment. Then, he replied, "Kendall, I'll get to my feet very soon for your sake. I'm

sorry, okay? It was my fault. I should've arranged for someone to follow and protect you."

"I don't want to be followed by someone else!" Kendall pushed him away and wiped her tears. "It feels

like I'm being watched. I don't want to be protected by bodyguards either. I want to be protected by you.

You're my man!"

Dylan's heart ached as he helped her wipe her tears away. Feeling sorry for her, he replied, "Okay,

okay. I'll protect you without letting anyone else do the job. Don't cry anymore, Kendall. It was my fault.

My heart's broken whenever you cry."

"Where's your broken heart? All you know is to coax me."

Having vented her emotions, Kendall felt much better. Actually, she knew that Dylan wasn't to blame.

He was able to predict that Frank would come after her because of her relationship with him, but he

didn't expect the man to be waiting here.

"If you don't believe me, I can give you a sharp knife for you to cut my heart out and take a look at it."

"I don't want to be a widow." Kendall helped pat the dust off him. Then, she continued, "I fought with

Frank just now."

Dylan grabbed her hand to stop her from patting the dust off him. He asked anxiously, "Did you hurt

yourself? Frank has practiced martial arts at a martial arts academy, so he's very skilled at fighting. I

fought with him before my accident, but the fight ended in a draw." Kendall had said that she was

skilled in freestyle boxing and taekwondo, which was more than enough to deal with ordinary people.

However, she would stand no chance against someone like Frank.

"I'm fine." Kendall quickly reassured her husband. "He didn't hurt me. I hurt him by biting the back of his

hand instead."

Speechless, Dylan looked at her for a long time. Then, he said sulkily, "His feelings for you are

sincere." Otherwise, he wouldn't have let her bite the back of his hand.

Kendall was at a loss for words.

Dylan turned back.

Kendall was stunned. Is he jealous or something? Nothing happened between Frank and me.

After walking a few steps, Dylan stopped and looked back. Stretching out his right hand toward her, he

looked at her intently, saying, "Kendall, come here."

Kendall took a few steps forward before putting her hand in his palm.

Dylan curled his fingers around her hand.

"Master Dylan, are you jealous of Frank or me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Kendall argued in a whisper, "You two find each other an eyesore while staying unmarried. Who knows

if you two love each other but are forced to treat each other as enemies because your gender and

social status don't allow you to be together?"

As soon as she said that, Dylan poked her forehead gently. "You've read too many s or

something?"

"Yeah, I like s about Cinderellas and bossy CEOs the most."

Dylan couldn't help but chuckle. "Do you believe that those CEOs and Cinderellas can live happily ever

after in real life?"

Kendall fell silent. Even if such a love story were to happen, the protagonists would belong to different

circles and classes of society. If neither of them worked hard to improve themselves and change the

present situation, the couple would break up sooner or later. "I only read s to kill time because I

got too bored with looking after the shop in the past. I even wrote some, but they weren't well-received.

I spent a lot of time writing these stories, but they didn't make much money, so I gave up and decided

to be a reader in the future."

"I'm jealous, but I'm also glad."

Dylan never read s, so he didn't continue to talk about the subject. After getting back into the car,

he helped Kendall comb her unkempt hair and pin her hair back in place with hairpins. He noticed how

she didn't wear anything around her neck or on her finger. She was dressed in professional attire

without wearing any accessories. If the bag she was carrying weren't worth some money, one would've

been unable to tell that she was the Young Mistress of the Coleman Family. "I'm jealous because Frank

has feelings for you, but I'm glad that I was quick. You're mine. You can never leave me unless I let you

go, so there's no way for others to steal you from me."

"Will you let go, then?"

Dylan bit her cheek. He said in a husky voice, "What do you think?"

Kendall touched where he had bitten her. "You said you'd given me the opportunity to regret it, but I

didn't seize it, so I no longer had the chance."