Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 308

Dylan frowned and asked, "Where's Mr. Ford?"

"In Henry's car."

Kendall picked Scott up so she could sit closer to Dylan.

Soon, she was pressed against his side. This small gesture was picked up with him, causing his tight-knitted brows to

relax.

Then, he pressed down the car window.

Ever since Scott insisted on following Kendall, he had been keeping a constant eye on Dylan's car.

So, when Dylan rolled down his windows, Eric immediately lowered his as well.

Then, the two men looked at each other from across the street. Eric took the initiative to wave at Dylan.

Dylan nodded in response to his greeting.

"Let's go," he commanded in a low voice.

Kendall instantly heaved a sigh of relief.

She was apprehensive that Dylan might actually throw Scott out of the car.

"No matter how domineering I am, I wouldn't throw this little thing out of the car."

As Dylan said this, he reached out to flick her forehead. He hadn't done this for a long time and missed it very

much.

In the past, he would flick her forehead, and she would be furious. That was a fascinating sight to him.

"Darling, I've bought this bouquet of flowers, especially for you. Here, may your mood be as delightful as these

flowers all the time."

She hugged Scott in her arms and handed Dylan the bouquet she had placed on the car's chair.

He reached out to receive them graciously.

"Uncle Dylan," the little boy suddenly voiced.

Dylan's mood was instantly lifted after receiving a bouquet from his beloved wife. Now that the little boy called him,

he turned to look at him with an unexpected gentle smile.

Scott was stupefied by this and exclaimed in amazement, "Uncle Dylan, your smile is as beautiful as the flowers."

This made Kendall chuckle in amusement.

Dylan laughed as well. Then, he took the initiative to pinch Scott's face lightly and said, "Little boy, your mouth is as

sweet as honey. Since you gave me such a compliment, I wouldn't pester you about how you're sitting on my wife's

legs."

"Uncle Dylan, why is Lady Parker giving you flowers and not the other way around? My daddy always gives my mom

bouquets of flowers every day. I also have many of these at home because it's my mother's favorite.

Dylan was rendered speechless by Scott's observation. He, too, would constantly give Kendall flowers. Since she

liked flowers, Amos had brought back a lot of potted plants, decorating his yard into a rose garden.

"Scott, Uncle Dylan does whatever your dad does. You just don't see it. Every time he does that, it makes me

extremely happy."

Her words made Dylan's eyes soften even more, and the love in his eyes seemed to engulf her.

Scott nodded even though he didn't really understand what was being said.

Because of the kid in the car and how he kept talking, it attracted a lot of laughter.

Dylan looked at his beloved wife, who had Scott in her tight embrace.

It was evident that she liked this child a lot.

She would be a mother in the future, and she would be a very good one.

He couldn't help but think of the baby in Kendall's dream the other night.

For the baby to look like her, she must be beautiful and cute. Unfortunately, he didn't get a chance to see how cute

the baby was.

In her dreams, that could have been his daughter.

Yet, it could also be…Frank's daughter!

Of course, in reality, all her children would be Dylan's. They would have nothing to do with Frank. Hence, the

Mendelson surname would have no place in Kendall's children's lives.

Soon, they arrived at the usual Dynasty Hotel.

Scott acted like a third-wheeler the whole time. But, once they'd gotten off the car, Eric immediately picked him up

to prevent him from sticking to Kendall like glue.

"Master Dylan, I'm sorry to have disturbed you today," he said apologetically.

Then, his eyes fell onto the bouquet of flowers that Dylan held.

"I understand. If it were me, I would've done the same. But…if you can, you shouldn't come so often," Dylan said

lightly.

Kendall was very busy right now.

Dinner was the only time that he, as her husband, could spend some alone time with her.

With Scott as the third-wheeler, he didn't get the chance to immerse himself in his desires. And if his desires

weren't satisfied, he would be in a bad mood.

"Dylan," Kendall reprimanded lowly.

Nonetheless, Eric smiled and said, "Don't worry, Master Dylan. This won't be a regular thing."

His son was sick today, so he made an exception by bringing him here.

"Since Mr. Ford doesn't frequent here, I will treat you to dinner tonight and extend my best hospitality. Mr. Ford,

please," Dylan politely invited Eric to dine with him.

"Next time, Master Dylan should come over to Eastford with Lady Parker and allow me to do the same to you."

"There are many interesting places in Eastford. I've always wanted to go there," Kendall exclaimed.

This made Dylan look up at her.

She quickly added, "Of course, I want you to accompany me there."

"The weather there is hot now. Once it's cooler in the autumn, I will take you there," he said calmly.

By then, he should be able to walk again like an average person.

"Okay."

Kendall bent down happily, leaned into him, and gave him a peck.

It was only after kissing him did she remember that there were children around. She quickly looked back at Scott

and saw that Eric had turned around with Scott in his arms, pointing at something as he talked to his son. She was

relieved when she saw that Scott didn't see her kissing Dylan.

"It's hot outside. Let's go in, Dylan."

Then, she pushed Dylan into the hotel.

Eric turned around just in time and followed behind the couple with his son in his arms.

As he watched how loving the two were, he was filled with envy.

When would his wife wake up?

"Daddy, are we leaving after dinner?"

There was a hint of reluctance in Scott's voice.

"We'll go back after dinner. You have school tomorrow, and daddy must also go to work."

Scott let out a dispirited grunt when he heard his father's words.

When Eric saw his son's gloomy appearance, he promised, "I'll bring you back here this weekend."

Kendall had saved his son, and they had yet to thank her.

The plan to come over this weekend was to bring over a gift of gratitude.

"Okay."

A smile finally appeared on Scott's young face, and he added, "I like Lady Parker and Uncle Dylan."

Although Dylan appeared stern, he was still a good uncle. Even when faced with Scott's incessant questions, Dylan

would patiently answer each question to the best of his capability.

Because of this, Scott had decided that he would like Dylan as much as he liked Kendall.

Eric looked at the young couple in front of him, and his lonely self felt tortured. Then, he softly said, "Don't bug Lady

Parker. She's swamped and wants to accompany Uncle Dylan. Look, Uncle Dylan is in a wheelchair. He needs Lady

Parker more than you do."

The little boy blinked and looked at Dylan. After he had thought about it for a while, Scott looked as though he had

made a great sacrifice as he nodded and said, "Then, I'll share half of Lady Parker with Uncle Dylan."

Dylan, who had overheard the conversation, turned his head and looked over.

Eric's face was filled with embarrassment.

"Little boy, you're wrong. Your Lady Parker belongs to me!" Dylan said gently.