Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 429

Dylan scoffed and stomped back into the office.

Kendall rushed after him and closed the door behind her.

At last, Emma was free to chuckle out loud.

She was genuinely envious of their relationship. President Coleman's such a cold and unapproachable man, and

Kendall's the only one he treats so gently.

It was hard for others not to be envious of Kendall when she was Dylan's only exception.

Meanwhile, Dylan sat down on the couch in the office.

Kendall came over and sat down beside him. She held the box of pastries out in front of him, gazing at him with

gorgeous sparkling eyes, which looked like shining stars in the night.

She had a pleasant smile on her face as she opened the box and said, "Darling, I bought you a box of your favorite

pastries. They're still warm. Here, try some."

Dylan snorted. "I didn't even know I had a favorite type of pastry. How did you know?"

"Your favorite type of pastry is those I buy for you," Kendall replied with a winning smile.

He stared at her evenly for a moment before flicking his finger against her forehead. He glanced down at the box

of pastries before looking back into her fluttering eyes. "You gave these to Miss Finley first before giving them to

me."

"That's not true. I bought them for you. Emma's box was just an afterthought, plus her desk is outside, so I gave

them to her first before bringing yours to you. That way, I won't have to make two trips. Darling, you can't possibly

bear seeing me tire my legs out, right?"

Dylan said nothing. At last, he flicked her forehead again, but a lot more affectionately this time, as he said, "You

always know how to come up with all sorts of weird logic. I can't win against you."

"That's not true, either. You're just letting me win. I'm the one who can't possibly win against you. My hubby's the

best! You dote on me the most and indulge in my every whim regardless of when, where, or why. I must've done

some pretty good deeds in my previous, previous life to be so lucky as to marry the amazing Dylan Coleman in this

life."

She had said 'previous, previous life' because, well, her previous life had been a terrible one, so there was no way

she could've gotten lucky from it.

The fact she could redo her life and change the outcome this time had to be credited to the luck she garnered two

lives ago.

"Okay, that's enough. I'm not mad, nor am I jealous. You don't need to butter me up on purpose."

Dylan took a piece of pastry and gave it a taste. It was a little sweet, but he could still handle it. Any sweeter, and

he wouldn't even be able to swallow a single bite.

After taking a mouthful, he fed the rest to Kendall.

She started munching as she pouted. "You bit into this already."

Dylan's eyes flickered darkly. Kendall sensed that his gaze was a little fiery as he murmured by her ear, "Are you

turning your nose up at it because I bit into it first?"

"Of course not. If you're feeding me something you already bit into, it means we're sharing an indirect kiss."

Dylan wanted to laugh, but instead, he chose to pull her into his arms and give her a proper kiss.

"You followed Dad out to a business meeting, right? How did it go?"

"They're still considering it. Dad says he wants me to follow up on this. He hopes that I'll be able to close the deal."

I have to do a good job and try my best to close the deal so that the others in the company will see me in a

different light, Kendall told herself.

"If there's anything you don't know, feel free to ask me."

"Oh, definitely. I won't hold back at all."

Dylan chuckled and stroked her head.

"Dylan—"

"Oh? I'm not angry anymore, so you don't have to call me darling anymore, hm?"

Kendall immediately switched it up. "Darling, I think your family's going to hear about what happened at noon today.

Frank, that *sshole, must've done it on purpose, and I'm afraid something big is about to happen soon."

Dylan's eyes grew cold.

Everyone could tell Frank had done it on purpose.

However, Frank had indeed wanted to confess his feelings to Kendall. He was far too obsessed with her.

"I'm here. You don't need to be afraid of anything!" Dylan consoled his beloved wife.

"I'm not afraid. I'm just scared you'll end up fighting with your family because of me. Darling, whenever I encounter

something that's well within my means to deal with, don't get involved on my behalf, okay? The more protective

you are of me, the more Grandma and the others detest me. They would feel as if I'd stolen you away from them."

Dylan didn't respond to her. Instead, he grabbed her chin and bit down on her lips.

Kendall gasped in pain.

Soon, her lips began to swell up—a sign of just how hard he had bitten down on them. Any harder, and her lips

would've started bleeding.

"You're my wife. You married me and stayed with me in my house, which was a completely foreign place to you.

You had no one to rely on but me. If I don't protect you, who would? If I don't protect you, you wouldn't be able to

survive in this family.

"Haven't you heard? Married women who want to hold their heads up high in front of their mother-in-law either

have to be strong themselves or come from a powerful maiden family. Your family isn't powerful enough, and

you're not strong enough on your own right now, so your only choice is to rely on me, your husband.

"Your parents raised you all these years and groomed you to be a talented young lady. They had given you just as

much love and nurture as my family did to me, but you had to leave your family when you married me. You moved

into my house and treated my parents as if they were your own. I owe my parents for raising me, but you owe

them nothing, yet you still treat them so well out of love for me.

"For every ounce of love and affection you give, I'm determined to return it to you tenfold. Kendall, I'll say it again.

No matter what happens, even if the sky comes crashing down, I will hold it up for you! You'll always be able to rely

on me!"

Dylan's solemn declaration had moved Kendall beyond words. She felt as if she had just swallowed an entire jar of

honey.

He always seemed so cold and indifferent, but in reality, he was a reasonable, clear-headed man.

She had married the right man, indeed.

"What if Grandma wants us to get a divorce? What if she chases me out of the house?"

Dylan held her face and promised gravely, "If Grandma uses this as an excuse to chase you out, then I'll go

wherever you go! We're married, and till death do we part."

Kendall looked into his eyes before throwing herself into his arms and holding him tightly.

"And I swear I don't have any feelings for Frank. He's a lunatic. Dylan, I meant every word I said to you, and I won't

take it back, ever."

She once said that she would always stay by his side and never abandon him.

Dylan held her close and said gently, "I trust you. You've never approached Frank before. I'm the only one you ever

hit on. Even when I couldn't walk, and there had been rumors that I was impotent, you were still determined to

marry me. You wouldn't have been so firm about it if you didn't like me."

Thus, he never doubted her feelings for him.

When she first insisted on marrying him, she explained it was because of a strange dream she had about their lives.

He had helped her then, and she was grateful to him, so she wanted to repay him.

In reality, soon after registering their marriage, he sensed that she was beginning to fall in love with him.

It was easy to fall in love with a man like Dylan.

In the beginning, Kendall really thought that she was just doing it to repay him, and also to gain his support which

would've been a great help to her as she carried out her plan for revenge.

However, the more she spent time with him, the deeper she fell.

Her heart was his now.

Come rain or shine, I'm going to spend the rest of my life with him.