Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 596

Frank looked at Kendall anxiously, only to see her link her arm through Dylan's again. Seeing that the couple was

going to go inside just like that, he hurriedly stopped them.

Dylan raised his eyebrows.

Frank looked at Kendall as if not noticing the scowl on the man's face. He asked, "Mrs. Coleman, I hope you can

keep your promise."

"What did I promise?" Kendall asked him in reply.

Frank replied without thinking, "You said you'd see me or answer my phone call as long as I did a good job of

separating the black sesame seeds from the white ones in this big dish."

"Yeah, I did say that, and I've done it. You've seen me now, no?"

Frank was startled for a moment. At last, he realized that he had fallen for Kendall's trick. She seemed to have

promised him, but in reality, she had only made an empty promise without actually promising anything. "Kendall,

how dare you fool me?!" he growled furiously. "Do you know how difficult it was for me to separate the sesame

seeds here? They are so tiny, and there were so many black and white ones mixed together that I had to separate

them little by little. I spent more than ten hours separating them without taking a break, and my eyes are sore as a

result! How could you—"

Kendall replied, "Didn't I keep my promise already? You wanted to see me, so you've seen me now. If you want to

call me, just call me right now and I'll answer it right in front of you. I'll never reject your phone call."

Frank was speechless for a moment. "Kendall, you know that I want to know Amelia's whereabouts!" He had never

been fooled so badly before. Not even Dylan had ever tricked him like this, but Kendall fooled him big-time, and he

actually fell for it in a moment of carelessness because his mind was preoccupied with Amelia. "Kendall, could you

please tell me where Amelia is? You just have to tell me which city she's gone to. Did she leave all of a sudden

because you said something to her?"

"She called me and poured out her grievances, so what else could I say other than comforting her? I just

badmouthed you, that's all."

Frank was rendered speechless by her answer.

Kendall lied naturally without thinking, "You don't have to throw questions at me, Frank. Amy's just upset and wants

to spend some time alone out there. It's clear that she changed her phone number because she doesn't want any

of us to disturb her, don't you think? To tell you the truth, I also don't know where she is right now. I don't have her

new phone number either."

Frank studied Kendall's expression carefully. She didn't look like she was lying, but he didn't believe what she said.

She and Amelia were besties who could talk about anything, so Amelia would definitely call her when she was

upset. Frank would never believe it when she said she didn't know where Amelia was, but now that she wasn't

willing to reveal it, he couldn't force it out of her either.

There was one more thing that cast a chill over him: Amelia didn't let Kendall reveal her whereabouts because she

was avoiding him on purpose. It would've been easy for him to find out someone's whereabouts with the power and

influence he wielded in Orapolis. However, Amelia wasn't in Orapolis at the moment. Since she was outside his

orbit, it would be very difficult for him to search all over the world for a person who was deliberately evading him.

Just then, Kendall said, "Frank, if you're sincerely in love with Amy, you just have to wait for her to come back. She's

not the kind of person who runs away from trouble. It's just that she's distraught and needs some time alone. Once

she calms down, she'll naturally come back and deal with the relationship dispute between you two." Then, she said

to the man next to her, "It's getting late already, darling. Let's get inside."

"Okay."

Dylan entwined his fingers with hers again as they walked into the distance under escort by their bodyguards.

Frank stood there while watching them leave. After a long time, a bodyguard came up and said gingerly, "Mr.

Mendelson."

Frank turned his gaze back from the couple before looking down at the two dishes of sesame seeds that he had

spent a day separating. He felt the urge to throw them away, but in the end, he turned around and walked outside

despondently with the two dishes of separated sesame seeds in his hands.

The bodyguards immediately followed him.

"Go back," Frank muttered under his breath. I'll visit the Taylors again and give it another try tomorrow. Mrs. Taylor

surely knows where Amelia is.

…

Dylan was reading in bed when Kendall came out of the bathroom in a nightgown. Upon seeing her, he put his book

aside and beckoned to her.

"What's the matter?"

As soon as she approached, he pulled her down on top of himself. Then, he turned over, pinned her underneath

him, and lowered his head to give her a French kiss.

Kendall was hankering for more when the kiss ended. She wanted to undress the man, but he clasped her hands.

"Darling," she protested in a soft voice. It was too tantalizing for him to stir her desires without satisfying them.

Dylan buried his face in her neck while sniffing the refreshing scent on her. "Grandma and Mom told me not to

indulge too much in sex. Honey, I feel even more uncomfortable having to abstain from this." He was a man with

strong sexual urges, so it really was a kind of torture for him to have to abstain from having sex now. However, he

was willing to do so as long as their baby was alright. He quickly rolled away from Kendall and lay in bed before

taking her into his arms. "It's almost time, honey. Should we go to the hospital tomorrow for another test?"

"Uh-huh," Kendall mumbled. "I wanted to go on Saturday, but I guess it's okay to go two days earlier. The results will

definitely be 100 percent certain this time."

"Uh-huh," Kendall mumbled. "I wanted to go on Saturday, but I guess it's okay to go two days earlier. The results will

definitely be 100 percent certain this time."

Dylan placed his hand on her belly and caressed it back and forth. "I really can't wait to see our baby."

"We've got to wait for nine more months."

Dylan's handsome face fell the instant he counted the days. "That's such a long time. We won't get to see our baby

until next year. Say, honey, who do you think our baby would look like? You or me?"

"If the baby in my dream is coming back, they'll look very, very much like me."

"Like you, huh…" Dylan replied with a drawl.

Kendall raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with that? Can't our baby look like me? If I were to give birth to a baby

who didn't look like me after nine months of pregnancy, I'd think I'd been taken advantage of! And besides, our

baby won't be ugly if they look like me, no? They'll look as pretty as me."

Dylan tickled her petite nose with a chuckle. "You're definitely pregnant. I hear that pregnant women get angry

easily and would lose their temper for no apparent reason. I didn't say our baby won't be good-looking if they look

like you. Of course, they'll be even more good-looking if they inherit both our good-looking features." Isn't it good

for the baby to inherit a bit of my good DNA? It's pretty fair, actually. I did contribute to it as the father of the baby

despite not being pregnant for nine months myself. "How about we give birth to a pigeon pair? Our son would look

like me, whereas our daughter would look like you. That'd be fair." He was indulging in fond hopes. Many hoped to

give birth to a pigeon pair in their first pregnancy, but only a handful could get what they wished for.

Kendall replied with a smile, "I wish that, too." Who wouldn't want to give birth to a pigeon pair? However, if things

went according to her previous lifetime, she would give birth to a daughter this time. It's good to give birth to a

daughter. The Colemans love daughters. All our elders think the baby will be a daughter since no one's looking

forward to me giving birth to a son—uh, not actually. Mommy and Mom hope that I'll give birth to a son, thinking

that my position in a respectable family will be secure once I manage to do so.

"Uh-huh," Kendoll mumbled. "I wonted to go on Soturdoy, but I guess it's okoy to go two doys eorlier. The results will

definitely be 100 percent certoin this time."

Dylon ploced his hond on her belly ond coressed it bock ond forth. "I reolly con't woit to see our boby."

"We've got to woit for nine more months."

Dylon's hondsome foce fell the instont he counted the doys. "Thot's such o long time. We won't get to see our boby

until next yeor. Soy, honey, who do you think our boby would look like? You or me?"

"If the boby in my dreom is coming bock, they'll look very, very much like me."

"Like you, huh…" Dylon replied with o drowl.

Kendoll roised on eyebrow. "Whot's wrong with thot? Con't our boby look like me? If I were to give birth to o boby

who didn't look like me ofter nine months of pregnoncy, I'd think I'd been token odvontoge of! And besides, our

boby won't be ugly if they look like me, no? They'll look os pretty os me."

Dylon tickled her petite nose with o chuckle. "You're definitely pregnont. I heor thot pregnont women get ongry

eosily ond would lose their temper for no opporent reoson. I didn't soy our boby won't be good-looking if they look

like you. Of course, they'll be even more good-looking if they inherit both our good-looking feotures." Isn't it good

for the boby to inherit o bit of my good DNA? It's pretty foir, octuolly. I did contribute to it os the fother of the boby

despite not being pregnont for nine months myself. "How obout we give birth to o pigeon poir? Our son would look

like me, whereos our doughter would look like you. Thot'd be foir." He wos indulging in fond hopes. Mony hoped to

give birth to o pigeon poir in their first pregnoncy, but only o hondful could get whot they wished for.

Kendoll replied with o smile, "I wish thot, too." Who wouldn't wont to give birth to o pigeon poir? However, if things

went occording to her previous lifetime, she would give birth to o doughter this time. It's good to give birth to o

doughter. The Colemons love doughters. All our elders think the boby will be o doughter since no one's looking

forword to me giving birth to o son—uh, not octuolly. Mommy ond Mom hope thot I'll give birth to o son, thinking

thot my position in o respectoble fomily will be secure once I monoge to do so.