Kendall's Sacrifice

Not to mention that she had never liked being followed around.

"It seems that you want me to accompany you. Ms. Taylor is your friend, and I am your husband. It is normal for us to meet and have a meal together."

"Alright, alright. Let Ronnie come." Kendall finally gave up, resulting in Dylan's disappointment.

"You should have a little backbone, Kendall!" He sighed.

"Backbone? Young Master Dylan ate my backbone."

Dylan let out a low chuckle at that. He did want to swallow her up whole if he could.

Kendall suddenly changed the conversation and started flirting with him. "Do you miss me, Dylan?"

"What do you think?"

"In any case, I miss you. But do you miss me? How am I supposed to know that you miss me if you don't tell me? You need to shout it out if you love me! That is the only way I will know that you do!"

Hearing that, he laughed. "Kendall, I have serious suspicions that you are trying to get me to tell you those three words."

"No need to be suspicious of anything, because that is the truth. I do want to hear you say you love me. If you can't say it to my face, how about we do it like how I did last time? You can find somewhere where you are alone, and you can make a voice recording of you chanting "Kendall Parker, I love you. I freaking love you" 100 times. I am fine with that as well."

Dylan didn't say anything in response.

Even if she was okay with that, it was hard for him to utter such words.

He truly did fall in love with her.

The only problem was his personality. That prevented him from speaking words of love to her. He had only said it several times to please her from time to time. He only knew how to quietly love and pamper her his own way.

"How about you write me a love letter? I don't even need a ten-thousand-word one. Just three or five thousand is fine. I will be happy with just that."

Dylan had said right from the start that there was no way he would write her a love letter.

However, Kendall was now trying to get him to break his own record by writing his first love letter to her.

In his own words, the one thing Kendall loved doing the most was giving him a slap in his face.

He could only blame himself for being such a stoic and cold-hearted man who spewed stubborn words. He wouldn't have to go back on his own words if he hadn't said them in the first place.

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"Dilly Bear!"

The clear voice of a woman suddenly rang out from the other end of the call.

The familiar way she addressed Dylan immediately alerted Kendall.

Dylan couldn't help feeling resigned when he turned to look at the young woman who came in with Tilly and Mrs. Morris—Mary. He was sure Tilly did it on purpose.

She was the only person that dared to barge into his room without knocking after all.

"Mr. Dylan Coleman, is that your first love or ex-lover who is back?"

Dylan hadn't even answered Jane when he heard the question asked through clenched teeth and smiling lips from the phone.

"It is Jane, Kendall. Yoseph's first love and ex-lover."

Dylan quickly explained so that his jealous wife wouldn't find a way to pull his ear through the phone.

She might seem like a generous woman, but she was extremely possessive toward him.

Of course, Dylan liked that about her. It would only upset him if she was so open-minded that she didn't mind him interacting with every woman.

"Are you sure you are not lying to me? I heard her call you Dilly Bear. More like Lover Boy, huh?"

"I will tell her later that she is not allowed to call me that from now on. Kendall, I am Lover Boy to you alone."

Dylan ended his sentence in a soft voice in order to not let the trio who had entered the room hear him.

"I have to go now. I will tell you more about Jane and Yoseph when we get home tonight."

Tilly had brought Mary and Jane over. No matter what the purpose of the visit was, it was inappropriate for him and Kendall to chat with each other on the phone.

However, Dylan added before they ended the call, "Kendall, you can use your skill in slapping people in the face on Benjamin Zorn. He is at your office now, isn't he? There's no need to hold back. Just rip him apart as much as you want however you want. Your man will back you up no matter what."

Kendall paused for a beat before grumbling, "Why does it feel like you are encouraging me to make enemies everywhere?"

It was always Dylan and his accurate predictions.

She didn't hold back at exposing Benjamin earlier only because she and Adam had signaled each other about it before she began.

Benjamin had made it clear that Adam was his senior the moment he entered the office and addressed him as so. Since it would make it seem petty for the senior to nitpick on a younger person, Kendall, as someone who was of the same age range as Benjamin, had to take over and chew the man's head off.

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"Honey, I miss you."

Dylan softly threw out those words and abruptly hung up the phone.

A sweet smile quickly appeared on Kendall's face when she heard that, and she answered, "Darling, I miss you too."

Even though the call had ended, Dylan's intelligent mind told him that she would definitely reply to him that way.

He then placed the phone on the table, and was about to stand up while propping himself up against the chair when Mary saw him. She quickly instructed Jane, "Jane, go help Dylan."

"No!" he curtly rejected them.

Still, Tilly worried that it was hard for her grandson to walk, and so she shuffled toward him and helped him out of the office chair and into his wheelchair.

Mary and Jane approached him then.

"Dylan."

Jane's eyes were filled with sadness and pity as she looked at Dylan's legs.

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