Kendall's Sacrifice novel Chapter 242

Chapter 241

"Strong women are put off by clingy men. I believe it is the same the other way around. He will be put off if you act so attached by going to him everyday, giving him gifts, and making it obvious you are interested in him."

Brian thought that his sister had still not done enough. "Yasmine, you have to cling to Frank like how you clung to Master Dylan."

I, the young lady with the highest social status in town, have to take the initiative to go after the man I want to marry? she quietly thought.

Even though it was normal for women to court men in today's society, Yasmine couldn't help but hope that she was the one being pursued.

"Benjamin, Brian, I will do as you say."

At the thought of how she wouldn't marry a man who was inferior to Dylan or Frank and lose to Kendall, Yasmine decided to continue sticking to Frank until he eventually fell in love with her and married her.

She was determined to live a life better and more interesting than Kendall. Suddenly thinking about what Krystal asked for her help with, she brought up, "Benjamin, what about Whittle Holdings?"

"The Whittle Holdings does have potential. It is a pity that it got duped. Tell Krystal and Kendall that Zorn Holdings will help them, and tell President Whittle to not panic. It will be easier for his opponent to strike the more flustered he is.”

"Thank you, Benjamin!" Yasmine gave him her gratitude. She felt bad for always causing trouble for Benjamin because she wasn't familiar with how business worked.

Hearing that, Benjamin smiled. "Why are you being so polite with me? I am doing this for my own benefit as well."

He wouldn't need to pull other companies to his side if Zorn Holdings could defeat Coleman Empire Holdings with their own ability.

As the conversations between the Zorn siblings went on, Dylan and Kendall neither knew nor cared about what was being discussed.

The couple had just enjoyed lunch together and as usual, had headed back to the hotel presidential suite for an afternoon rest.

They both got busy with their own things after the rest.

When work ended in the evening, one of them went for etiquette class, whereas the other headed for his rehabilitation session. They didn't get in each other's way, and only supported one another in what they had to do.

It was already 11.00PM by the time Kendall went back to the Coleman Mansion.

Dylan wasn't in the hall tonight, but she knew that he was in the room waiting for her when she saw the door of her room ajar, the light peeking through from the crack of the door.

"Young Mistress Kendall," Amos smilingly called out from behind just as Kendall was about to enter the room. "Your supper is ready."

His voice brought her to a halt, but she soon turned around with a smile of her own. "I will have my supper first, then."

As she walked to the dining room, she asked in a low voice, "Amos, how is Dylan feeling tonight? How did rehab go?"

"Young Master Dylan seems to be in a good mood. He insisted on doing the rehabilitation exercises for hours without stopping. Fortunately, he finally rested when Young Master Yoseph and Young Master Diego came back and stopped him from continuing."

Everyone tried to get Dylan to go through rehabilitation when he didn't want to, but now that he started and wouldn't stop, Amos couldn't help but pity him.

The people at the rehabilitation center had mentioned that Dylan should spend an hour doing rehabilitation every day. If he persisted through it, he would be able to walk normally within less than a year.

Dylan, however, had been spending a lot more time than recommended.

He wanted to walk normally again within a month if he could.

"It is probably because of you, Young Mistress Kendall," Amos commented, and it broke Kendall's heart when she heard that.

"Young Mistress Kendall, Young Master Dylan is working so hard for you. I hope you find time to remind the young master to pay attention to his body and don't overexert himself."

She let out a small hum in acknowledgement. "I will do that, Amos."

She, too, didn't want Dylan to work too hard. Soon, she added, "Amos, when does the food purchaser usually buy fresh ingredients for the kitchen?"

"Before 7.00AM."

Since the young masters were all working men, the kitchen personnel needed to prepare breakfast before they left for work. The freshest ingredients would always be bought home before 7.00AM.

"Is there something you need, Young Mistress Kendall? You can give me a list, and I will let the food purchaser buy it home for you tomorrow."

"I was thinking of waking up early and making some healthy tonic soup for Dylan. It will help replenish his health a little," she answered.

Amos immediately let out a radiant smile at that. "Don't worry, Young Mistress Kendall. I guarantee there will be fresh ingredients for you to make soup for Young Master Dylan no matter what time you wake up."

"I will have to trouble you with that, then."

She was amazed at how efficient the employees in the Coleman Mansion handled things.

Of course, it was also because of the head of the household's ability at managing the household.

As she thought about that, she couldn't help admiring Dylan. Not only did he manage the company well, he even kept his home organized.

Geez, he was born to be a leader, Kendall mused.

Amos then broke her reverie. "Young Mistress, you can just tell me anything you need from now on."

He really liked the fact that Kendall was the young mistress of the house.

"I won't hold back, then." She smiled. "Amos, it is late. Why don't you go ahead and rest for the day?"

She didn't need someone to serve her while she ate.

In fact, she felt uncomfortable about it.

Knowing her personality, Amos smilingly left the dining room.

It took Kendall 10 minutes to finish her supper that Dylan had specifically instructed the kitchen to prepare for her.

It was a low-calorie, small portioned meal that was just enough to make sure she didn't go to bed hungry.

Judging from her daily energy expenditure, having supper like this wouldn't make her put on weight.

After cleaning up and washing the dirty dishes herself, she finally went to her room with her bag dangling from her inner elbow.

As Kendall pushed the door open, the first thing she saw was the bouquet of flowers that Dylan gave her at noon.

He had helped her bring the bouquet home.

The next thing that she saw were the jewelry boxes piled up on the two chairs.

"Why did he put them on the chairs?" she muttered to herself, thinking that Dylan had fallen asleep.

The moment she turned around, she froze at the sight of stacks of cash all over her dressing table and the big bed.

She then saw Dylan lying on his side with one arm propped under his head. There was cash everywhere beside him.

The scene was like an invitation for her that screamed "Pamper me! Spoil me, and all this money is yours to take!"

"Dylan? What is this?" Kendall hung her bag before waltzing over. She then took a stack of money and shook it. "Did you crawl into a money pile? Or are you trying to sleep in the same bed with your money?"

She wanted to sleep in a bed full of money, too. A money bed, she daydreamed.

Being a woman of action, she didn't even wait for his reply as she lay in bed. She then giggled. "It sure does feel comfortable to lie on top of money, Dylan."

The man proceeded to sit up straight with his eyes on her.

He had even posed for her, but not only did she not react, she had gone ahead and launched herself onto the bed with no intention to reciprocate the first step he took.

She should have been so overjoyed she threw herself on him, pressed him underneath her, kissed him, ripped his clothes off, and gobbled him right up!

Hence, after pursing his lips, what Dylan said next wasn't what he was thinking. "You said that money is the other thing you like besides food. That is why I am giving you money," he mumbled.

After hearing that, Kendall flipped over and sat up with a beaming smile on her face. "Dylan, is this the surprise you told me would be waiting for me when I get home at night?"

His silence that ensued was all the answer she needed.

She then scooped a handful of money and scattered it on bed like she was a spring fairy tossing petals.

"Ha! What a surprise indeed! I am as surprised as I am happy!"

She would never have thought that Dylan's surprise for her was a bedful and tableful of money.

This was the first time in her two lifetimes she had a pile of money she could lie on.