Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 157

Dylan turned to look at her for a moment. Then, he held her hand and said in a gentle, deep voice,

"Just stop if you don't want to talk about it. I know the reason now."

Kendall met the man's eyes, which were still so deep and fathomless that she couldn't read his mind

through them. "Dylan."

Dylan's slender fingers pressed on her lips. His voice was still intoxicatingly deep, gentle, and

melodious, which warmed her heart. "No need to say any more, Kendall." Although she didn't finish her

story, he could figure out what had happened after that. Jackson and Kelly must have betrayed her,

which was why she changed her mind after waking up. Not only did she stop being madly in love with

Jackson, but she also became resentful toward Kelly. The one whom she referred to as 'baby' in her

sleep was probably the baby she gave birth to in her dream. Perhaps the dream was so real that it

made her think of it as a prophecy. "Now that I've learned about the reason, I won't misunderstand or

question you anymore." He put his other hand on her face, gently brushing her hair away from her face.

"It's late now. Let's go to bed."

"Dylan, do you believe me?"

Dylan smiled; his smile was always breathtakingly mesmerizing. Whenever Kendall saw him smile, she

felt like taking him to bed, stripping him naked, and sleeping with him. Aaaah! Turns out that I also have

a lustful side! she thought.

"I do," he replied. "Dreams are sometimes annoying, but there are times when they forebode what is

going to happen." Take me, for instance. I keep having the same recurring dream that has been

haunting me to this day. "Kendall, I'm glad that you had such a bizarre dream that gave me the chance

to marry you."

Kendall grabbed the large hand that was caressing her face. Dylan was the eldest son of a wealthy and

distinguished family, but his hands were thickly calloused. His fingers were long and slender, but they

seemed somewhat rough. "I'm glad too, Dylan. Really, I never regretted marrying you. You helped me

twice in my dream when I needed it the most. I'm really grateful to you for the little warmth you gave

me."

Dylan was lost for words for a moment. Then, he replied, "No wonder you said you married me to repay

me because you were grateful to me." When it came down to it, Kendall did marry him with selfish

motives. But then again, they had never crossed paths with each other before they got married. If it

weren't for Tilly sending someone to the Parker Family to ask for Kendall's hand in marriage on his

behalf, their lives wouldn't have intersected, and they wouldn't have developed feelings for each other.

It would've been impracticable for him to ask her to only marry him because she loved him.

At the realization, Dylan was finally relieved. He didn't want to find out what Kendall had been like in

the past or why she married him. It was fine as long as she didn't regret marrying him and was willing

to stay with him through thick and thin for the rest of their lives until they both lived to a ripe old age.

As a result, he had a particularly peaceful sleep that night. Surprisingly, the dream that had been

nagging at him for a long time didn't haunt him that night.

It felt great to sleep all the way until dawn. When he woke up, not only was he in great spirits, but he

was also in a good mood. When Kendall opened her eyes and saw him, he even said to her cheerfully,

"Good morning, Kendall."

Kendall blinked her eyes. Thinking that she was still dreaming in her sleep, she mumbled to herself,

"Did I just hear Dylan saying 'good morning' to me? I must be still dreaming, or I must've woken up the

wrong way." She closed her eyes.

Dylan didn't know whether to laugh or frown when he heard her mumble. Amused, he gently pinched

her cheek, causing her to open her eyes all of a sudden. Then, she heard him tease her, asking, "How

many ways do you wake up? You only wake up by opening your eyes, right?"

Kendall blushed crimson in an instant.

Dylan burst into laughter.

This was Kendall's first time seeing him laughing so unrestrainedly. Embarrassed, she was somewhat

irritated. Seeing that he was still laughing, she threw back the covers and threw herself on top of him.

Then, she grabbed his hands and held them down on both sides of his head in a domineering and yet

suggestive posture. Without giving him the chance to speak, she sealed his lips in a kiss, as if to punish

him. Biting his thin lips madly like a puppy, she tugged at his pajamas and left her saliva on his neck.

Dylan was rendered speechless. What a brazen woman! To think that she'd do something so savage to

me early in the morning! Now I'm gonna have to take a shower with her saliva all over me.

After punishing him, Kendall got off him and got out of bed, saying, "That's your punishment. Let's see

if you'll tease me again next time."

Still maintaining his posture, Dylan was rendered speechless for a moment after listening to her words.

He said, "Punishment? Why? Because I teased you? Why can't I tease you when you can tease me

and flirt with me? It was you who gave me something to tease you about. Is there anyone who doesn't

wake up by opening their eyes? And besides, how can you say that you woke up the wrong way?

That's clearly a faulty sentence."

Kendall turned to look at him, whose posture made her wish she could turn into a wolf and devour him.

It's too bad, though… "I'll go take a shower." She turned around sulkily before going to the bathroom.

Dylan was rendered speechless. Did she just go off-topic? Not only that, but it seems like she went way

off-topic.

When Kendall came out of the bathroom, Dylan was no longer in the room, but she didn't care about it.

Instead, she felt relieved. With how outstanding Dylan was, he really could easily charm a woman, and

she admitted that she was really enamored of him. I'll go head over heels in love with this guy sooner

or later, she thought.

She stayed in the room for a while before coming out. Dylan wasn't in the living room either; she

figured that he was having breakfast somewhere else. She walked out of the inconspicuously and

luxuriously decorated living room with the present she had prepared beforehand.

Dylan was at the pavilion as usual, but someone was keeping him company today. It was Tilly.

Kendall pulled back her foot. She wasn't afraid of Tilly, but she also didn't like to spend time with the

latter either. Tilly had always treated her with condescension and disdain. Her past extreme behaviors

aside, Tilly disliked her for being a country girl. Since she dislikes me for being a country girl, why on

earth did she send someone to my family to ask for my hand in marriage without Dylan's permission? I

dare say that if it weren't for what happened to Dylan, I wouldn't have been worthy enough for him in

her mind's eye. She turned around, wanting to go back to her room.

Just then, a somewhat familiar voice stopped her from turning back. "Young Mistress Kendall."

Kendall looked back to see that it was Vivian. Upon seeing Vivian, she knew that Tilly wanted to see

her again. It was the same every single time. Whenever Vivian came to her, it must've been because

Tilly was asking for her.

"Young Mistress Kendall, Old Madam Coleman would like you to serve Young Master Dylan at

breakfast." Vivian was asking Kendall to "serve" Dylan at breakfast instead of "having breakfast with

him."

Kendall didn't say anything. After all, Vivian was just a messenger, so it would be useless for her to say

anything to Vivian.

Seeing that Kendall was still standing still, Vivian urged in a whisper, "Young Mistress Kendall, please

hurry up lest Old Madam Coleman gets angry." She kindheartedly reminded Kendall, saying, "Just do

as she says later on." Don't make Old Madam Coleman angry, she thought.