"Kendall, you're so nice to me. Thank you! When we're an item, I'll give you a huge gift as thanks."
Kendall smiled and said, "It's you who are the one being nice to me. You even said just now that there's no need for thanks between us, but you're doing it yourself." Amelia stuck out her tongue mischievously.
"Alright, let's stop thanking each other now."
"Sure."
Seeing that Amelia was about to take another serving of dessert, Kendall stopped her, saying, "We're having dinner soon, so don't eat so much dessert. You might not be able to eat much later."
"These desserts are delicious, or maybe I'm just too hungry. When someone is starving, they will eat anything they can, and everything tastes like a delicacy to them."
"For dinner later, I'll call Dylan now and inform him about it."
As Kendall spoke, she moved to make a call.
"Wait, wait. Kendall, are we having dinner with just the two of us, or am I going to be the third wheeler?"
Kendall smiled as she looked at Amelia. "Would you like to go on a date with me, or would you like to be a third wheeler?"
"A date, of course. However, I fear that Dylan might get jealous, and I also want to see my target. Thus, I've decided to be shameless for once and become the third wheeler. I hope Dylan doesn't kill me."
"Don't worry, you're someone dear to me. Dylan won't do anything to you."
Amelia said enviously, "Kendall, you really married the love of your life by marrying Dylan. He's so amazingly good to you, and even though it's a little regrettable, everything is fine as long as you two don't mind."
"Dylan really is a good person. I married the right guy this time."
She had made mistakes in her past life, and now that she was given a second chance, she only had to correct her mistakes to live her life happily.
Kendall called Dylan up. "Darling," she spoke sweetly.
Amelia shuddered in secret. She had known Kendall for more than a year, and she always thought Kendall was a bold and straightforward person.
Amelia never thought that Kendall would be so gentle when she talked to Dylan.
"Is there anything you need me to do?" he asked in a low voice. "Speak, then. As long as I, your husband, am able to help you, I'll do it."
Even if he couldn't help her himself, he could also get another person to help her.
"Hehe, it's nothing much. I just want to treat Amy to a meal."
"What? You want to abandon your husband again and go on a date with your bestie?"
"How is that possible? Even if I do abandon someone, it'll never be my husband. It's not just me and Amy, anyway. I'm bringing her over later, and I was worried that you'd mind, so I'm just telling you beforehand."
Hearing his dear wife's explanation and having understood that she wasn't abandoning him for Amelia, Dylan curved his lips into a faint smile. He said generously, "If Ms. Taylor tags along, it just means there'll be another set of cutlery on the table. I won't mind if it's on occasion."
It should not happen too often, however.
Dylan was a possessive person, and he didn't like sharing Kendall with other people.
"Amy is an understanding person."
He gave an affirmative hum then said, "I'll finish up my work at hand first. When you come over, I'll get off work."
"Okay." Kendall ended the call considerately.
Amelia waited until Kendall ended the call before speaking up. She teased Kendall, saying, "You're always so bold; I never thought you can be this gentle too."
"Dylan willingly gave every bit of his gentleness to me, so I'll give all of my own gentleness to him."
Marriage could only last long if both sides put in effort to make it worthwhile.
If one party put in effort while the other stayed motionless, then the time of separation would come when the one who put in effort began to feel discouraged.
"I admire you two so much. I think I'll just keep a distance from you two in the future, in case your love blinds me."
As Amelia spoke, she asked her best friend, "You brought makeup, right? Can you lend me some? I have to fix my makeup and adjust my outfit, or Ronnie might mind."
"I never really liked makeup, but ever since taking etiquette classes, I always have some ready in my bag. I'll get them for you right now."
When Kendall was still in the Woods Family, she never put on any makeup, nor did she use any skincare products. After she returned to her biological family, her life was changed drastically, and she was forced to do many things she didn't like doing.
"Okay."
Kendall went and grabbed her bag before passing it to her friend. "Go ahead and fix your makeup in the bathroom."
Amelia took Kendall's bag, then darted into the bathroom to fix her makeup.
When she was done and had emerged from the bathroom, it was almost time for people to get off work.
Coincidentally, she bumped into Adam, who was leaving his office.
"Mr. Parker." Amelia greeted Adam out of courtesy.
When Adam saw that it was her, he immediately smiled. "You're here for Kendall, right, Amy? Kendall has gotten off work."
"Yes."
"You young people should have fun. I have a client to meet, so I'll be off now."
Amelia nodded hastily. "Okay, Mr. Parker. Do take care of yourself too. After all, you're so busy every day."
Adam smiled in response, then left.
…
In the general manager's office at Dynasty Hotel, Yoseph was holding a lotus flower in his hand, picking out its seeds.
On the two-seater couch opposite him, a woman supported her head with a hand as she lay on her side, looking at him.
"What are you looking at? You're the one who brought so many lotuses over here, but you're not even helping to pick the seeds."
Yoseph glared at the woman in front of him, unamused.
He knew that his peaceful days would be ruined once this feisty woman showed up.
Mary should've been keeping an eye on her, but instead, Mary allowed her to stick to him like super glue and bully him!
He knew he couldn't count on his own grandmother either.
Tilly would love more than anything to pack him up and send him into Jane's bed. Just one springly night later, Tilly could start hoping for a great grandson.
It wasn't as if Yoseph couldn't get a wife.
He wasn't in a hurry at all, so why would his grandmother get so anxious?
It was the same case for his parents as well. He was beginning to wonder if he really was their son, for they never spoke up for him.
Troubled, Yoseph couldn't help but throw a lotus seed in Jane's direction.
Jane leisurely caught the fresh seed in her hand. Then, she sat up and peeled the seed with her slender fingers, removing its core before putting the raw seed in her mouth.
"Pick out more seeds and give half of them to Kendall. That way, Kendall won't have to do the work herself, and she can easily have enough fresh lotus seeds to make desserts for Master Dylan."
Yoseph was stunned. "Feisty, can you be any crueler? You want me, the general manager of Dynasty Hotel, as well as the Young Master Yoseph of the Coleman Family, to pick out lotus seeds for you? If any outsider sees this, I'll be shamed to no end!"
He was complaining, but his hands were still working tirelessly.
"You women are so picky. Just tell the kitchen staff if you have anything you want to eat or drink, then someone will naturally prepare them for you. Why would you get lotuses and pick out the seeds on your own?"
"You're free, aren't you? What do you have to lose by helping me pick out lotus seeds? When I've made some desserts with them, I'll give you some in return," Jane said smilingly. "It was even more embarrassing for me to carry a bunch of lotus flowers here, but was I afraid? I still went into the elevator and came up to you like it was no big deal."
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