Kendall's Sacrifice novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153

"Since you were that angry, you wouldn't have listened to whatever I had to say. You were so angry that you even told me to snatch the groom… I wanted you to calm down, so I did not make any calls to you the entire day," Kendall explained with tears in her eyes as she recalled how aggrieved she truly felt this afternoon. "Why did you have to wait for me to call you first? Why couldn't you be the one to call me? If you had called me, I would have understood what you meant, and I would have kept calling you. However, you said nothing further other than telling me to go snatch Jackson. I really should have done what you told me, and got back together with Jackson so that you'll blow your tops off."

Dylan pulled her into his embrace with her head against his chest. Grabbing his shirt, she intentionally wiped her tears with them and got his shirt wet with her tears. "I shouldn't have said those things in a fit of anger. Kendall, I'm sorry. You can't snatch Jackson. I won't allow it. You said that you would never regret being my wife for the rest of your life. I dare you to snatch a groom for yourself!"

"Who wants to do that? You were the one being all jealous and crazy. I have already said that I would never regret marrying you and that I would never give up on you so long as you never give up on me. Yet, you still said those things."

"Alright, alright. I was wrong. Please, no more tears." Dylan lifted her chin and saw how tearful she was. He then lowered his head and kissed away her tears before he said apologetically, "Please, stop crying. If you keep crying, I won't know what to do."

To Dylan, there had never been any woman's tears that could grieve him. Yet, this woman in front of him had managed to give him a taste of heartache. Then, he grabbed the tissues within his reach and wiped her tears gently while saying softly, "Kendall, I would feel terrible whenever you're sad. I couldn't get myself to work during the afternoon, as my head was filled with thoughts of you. You must be an enchantress that had placed a spell on me for me to have such a drastic change in my emotions."

"Ronnie said that you were finding faults with everyone in the office today, and that they were complaining about it the whole day."

After noticing that she stopped crying, Dylan pulled her back into his embrace. "It was all because I couldn't work, so I went around finding faults with everyone and gave everyone trouble the whole day."

The whole office was complaining about Dylan today, cursing at the person who offended him under their breath. In the end, even Toddy was wishing to avoid Dylan for the day.

Dylan knew himself to be especially ruthless whenever he was not in the mood. It had been a long time since he had made things so difficult for his employees back in the office.

"Dylan."

"No, call me hubby. I… do like the way you call me so intimately, especially when you call me in such an innocent and cute manner. Your expression and voice when you call me that way are very mesmerizing."

Grinning, Kendall pinched Dylan's handsome face. "Who was the one who prohibited me to call you in such an intimate manner in the first place?"

With a bitter smile, Dylan grabbed Kendall's hand to stop the pinching. "Happy now? You've succeeded in making Dylan Coleman lose his face."

Dylan immediately thought to never be absolute whenever he spoke lest karma struck. When it did, the face one would lose would be much more severe.

Dylan himself had not expected for his heart that he had kept frozen for thirty-one years to be so easily thawed by Kendall. She must be an enchantress sent by the heavens to keep me in check. There were times when he would suspect that she was the faceless woman in his dreams, as he would have never undergone such abrupt change in such a short amount of time. However, he still had that dream to this day.

"Hubby, you must be hungry. Let's go eat now. In the future, if you are ever angry again, you shouldn't skip your meals. The one losing out, in the end, would be you. I would be sad and heartbroken if I knew you starved yourself," Kendall said before planting a kiss on Dylan's chin. "The ones who skip out on meals due to anger are the stupid ones." To Kendall, it was dumb for one to starve themselves due to their own anger.

After listening to what she said, Dylan said, "So you must've eaten a lot this afternoon."

Kendall was embarrassed. "It wasn't that much. For me, I would eat and drink my fill when it was time to eat even if the world was ending. I'll have you know that I treat my body as a sacred temple."

Dylan was unsure whether to laugh or complain about her. He'd lost his appetite because of her, yet she had eaten and drank her fill because of him.

Noticing Dylan's conflicted expression, Kendall blushed slightly before she grabbed his face and planted a kiss firmly on it.

Dylan gave no reaction at first. However, he crumbled and tightened his embrace around her waist as soon as Kendall mischievously caressed his lips with hers. He pulled her closer to him and held the back of her head to cut off her escape route before he asserted his dominance and mounted his own attack. It was only after his repeated attacks until her lips were swollen red did he end his kisses with a soft gasp.

Every time Dylan finished locking lips with Kendall, he noticed a fire inside him growing bigger and fiercer. It would grow so furious that it would nearly drown him in a sea of flames. Hence, he tried his best in suppressing the fire within to prevent her from finding out that he was still a perfectly normal man. There were times when he thought that if Kendall found out he actually did not have any difficulties as the rumors had said, would she still dare to jump into his arms and act so immodestly with him so casually?

The answer? Most probably not.

Kendall only flirted with Dylan this way because she thought he did have difficulties exercising his manhood. With Kendall's delicate body in his embrace, he thought to himself to allow this shameless woman to be proud for now. However, the moment he regained his footing once more, he would most definitely leave her bedridden for three days.

"Dylan, let's go. I'll eat dinner with you." Looking at Kendall, one could tell Dylan wasn't the only one who was affected by the repeated kisses. Right now, she was stiffly suppressing her inner desire.

To him, he could only look and do no more than hugs and kisses.

To her, she hadn't the courage to go further for the fear of hurting his pride.

After regulating her emotions, Kendall—who left Dylan's embrace as though nothing had happened—stood up and pushed Dylan's wheelchair closer to him before helping him to his wheelchair.

"Dylan."

"Didn't I tell you to call me hubby?"

"It's already a habit of mine to call you Dylan."

So this is what shooting yourself in the foot feels like, Dylan thought.

"Since my mother had left in such a hurry without even meeting your grandma, would she think that my family was being impolite?" Kendall asked as she knew how revered his grandmother was, and that she was the dowager of the Coleman Family.

Sneaking two glances at Kendall, Dylan replied, "Your mother wanted to give us the chance to be alone to properly communicate with one another, which was why she made an excuse to leave. Don't worry. I've already sent word to my grandma about it, and told her that the next time your mother is here, she would definitely go and visit her."

Kendall felt grateful after hearing his answer. "Dylan, thank you for being so thoughtful and considerate of me."

"We're husband and wife. It was only natural of me to be doing this for you, so you don't have to be so polite to me in the future."

Kendall smiled before leaning over to him and nibbling on his ear. "As you wish, my Dylan." Looking at how his ears were slowly turning red, Kendall was thrilled as she confirmed that this man in front of her was still pure and inexperienced in regards to matters between man and woman. It feels like I've struck gold here.

The couple then went to have their dinner under the pavilion. Looking at the couple acting as usual, Ronnie breathed a long sigh of relief. Looks like the clouds have passed.

Meanwhile, Charlotte—who had left the couple to be alone—returned home to find that her husband was already back at home waiting for her return. She then placed her car keys on the coffee table and took a seat beside her husband before she heaved a sigh.