Love Knows No Bounds novel (Kendall and Dylan) novel Chapter 295

Yoseph was speechless, but he suddenly asked, "How did you get in?"

"I kept knocking on the door, but you didn't answer. Then, I tried the door and realized that you didn't lock it, so I let myself in." Jane nagged him, saying, "How can you take a shower with headphones on? Aren't you afraid that someone will sneak in and steal everything? Fine, this is your family's property, and nobody dares to come in to steal your stuff, but there will be someone with ill intentions. If you wish to be violated, just leave your door unlocked next time."

He remained silent throughout her nagging and waited till she was done speaking. "Besides you, nobody dares to barge into my room," he said thoughtfully.

She couldn't even enter his room if he hadn't given his silent consent.

Huh? I'm especially nice to her! he thought. That's not true because we're archenemies!

"Yoseph, they're having a barbeque party at the grill. Are you coming?"

She took a seat on his bed, lifted her head to look at him, and thought that he was much taller than she remembered him to be. She couldn't help but stand up again and patted his shoulder several times. "You're already so much taller than me."

He stole a peek at her but quickly averted his eyes when his gaze landed on a particular part of her body. She had a straightforward personality, and she lived a carefree life. In his eyes, she was no different than a man, but her body was very attractive. In fact, as long as she stayed quiet, she was gorgeous.

"It will be terrible if I'm as short as you."

"Who are you calling short?"

"The one who thinks she is."

"Yoseph, are you asking for a beating?"

He snorted as he said, "Hey, Feisty. I dare you to hit me. But remember that if I return with a swollen face, don't blame me if Mrs. Morris punishes you for it."

She immediately scowled as she retorted, "You're shameless, Yoseph. Besides crying, all you do is snitch, just like you've always done since you were a kid."

"I'll be shameless if I can get Mrs. Morris to teach you a lesson. What can you do to me?" he said brazenly.

"You!"

Jane didn't hesitate as she reached out and tugged on his ear harshly. Does he think that I can't teach him a lesson without hitting him?

"Ouch!" Yoseph yelped when she pulled his ear mercilessly. "Let go, Feisty. What a vicious and violent person you are. Aren't you worried that I'll complain to your fiancé? He'll definitely be so scared that he cancels the engagement. Of course, that will turn you into a joke in Birsborn, and you can forget about getting married in this lifetime."

"Go ahead and do it."

She continued to twist his ear for a while until it was all swollen and scarlet before she finally let go.

"Crybaby! What do you know other than snitching? You made no progress at all. So much for being the general manager of Dynasty Hotel. It's all Dylan's merit that the hotel isn't making any loss."

"I told you not to call me a crybaby!"

Yoseph's facial expression went from flushed with embarrassment to stark white with anger as he glared at her as though he wanted to flay her alive.

Despite being on the receiving end of such an irate glare, Jane merely chortled and stroked his face, saying, "Yoseph, your face is like a color board, and the colors on it are amazing. So I shouldn't call you a crybaby? Yeah, you don't cry now. By the way, I really like to watch you cry. Will you cry a little for me?"

A look of frustration mixed with exasperation painted across his face, and he felt that she would be the death of him if he continued to stay here.

"A gentleman doesn't bicker with a woman." After he said that, he turned and walked away.

Nevertheless, she followed after him while provoking him with her words. "You're just my defeated enemy."

At those words, he suddenly halted in his tracks, turned around huffily, and glared at her fiercely and unblinkingly.

"Yoseph," she said with a mischievous grin on her face. "Did anyone tell you that you look very macho when you're mad?"

"I'm also macho when I'm not mad!" he argued.

"I really like to watch your angry face. When you were mad as a kid, your angry face looked just like a toad."

The image of a toad appeared in his mind, and he was dumbfounded. Is there a toad as handsome as me?

"Let's go. When I came upstairs, Dylan had already brought Kendall downstairs. Let's join them. The more, the merrier. Grill some chicken for me."

She held his arm and started dragging him away without waiting for his response.

"Jane, I'm still angry," he spat.

"I'm just dragging you away and not stopping you from getting angry. Just continue with your anger; it doesn't matter how long you stay angry. Whatever it is, I'm not the one who's mad, so it won't affect me."

"When are you going back?"

Yoseph asked her that question because he knew it would significantly shorten his lifespan if he hung out with her. After all, she would eventually make him bust a blood vessel with her words.

"I don't know. That depends on how long my grandmother is staying. Once she returns, then I will, too. So what? Are you chasing me away?"

"I would just like to live longer."

"You said you want to live longer? Tell me a figure, and I assure you that you can live up to that day."

"I can't even live through a day when I'm with you."

Yet, Jane laughed heartily as she said, "Do I have what it takes to make someone so angry that they died? I would like to see if you're still a person tomorrow or a ghost. Remember to grill some chicken for me later, and lots of other food as well. Whatever it is, I'm only eating the food you're grilling."

Yoseph, the crybaby, was extremely talented in cooking, and he was already showing the early signs of his talent when he was a child. Whenever they had an argument, he would sneak into the kitchen to whip up some good food and lure Jane the glutton over. If he didn't give her the food, she would steal or snatch it. Whatever the means, she just wanted to eat the food that he made.

During the years when she was abroad, she especially missed his food, and the main reason she got such a good hold on him was also because of food.

The person who married him would be able to enjoy the delicious food he prepared every day, so why not?

What would Yoseph think if he found out that she found his culinary skills the most unforgettable thing about him?

"I'm very expensive."

Jane chuckled. "Don't worry. I won't eat for free. I'll pay you no matter how much it is."

Finally, he pursed his lips before replying, "It's been twenty years since I learned cooking. Calculate it yourself how much you owe me."

She said that she would pay him every time, but it always ended up in the tab. This woman's words… cannot be trusted.

"Well, how will I know how much I owe you when you don't tell me how much you're charging? Any time you want to collect the money, calculate it, and I promise I'll pay. I'll pay with my life and marry you if I can't afford it. What if you can't find yourself a wife and nobody eats your delicious cooking? All the culinary skills would be for naught since you don't even have someone to enjoy it with."

He asked in resignation, "Did you hit it right off with my sister-in-law?"

A giggle escaped her lips. "How do you know that?"

It was true that they got along swimmingly. No matter what, Jane already regarded Kendall as her friend after a single conversation.

Yoseph snorted. "You're just as shameless as my sister-in-law."

At first, Jane was dumbfounded. Then, she found her voice and started to mouth off again. "Thanks for the compliment. Not any regular person can be as shameless as us."

"Stay away from Kendall in the future."

Both of them were brazen, and if they hung out together… Just imagining the potential chaos they would cause was already giving him a slight headache.

"She kinda likes hanging out with me. Tell her to stay away from me if you have the guts. Otherwise, I'll tell Dylan that you find me annoying because I'm as bold as Kendall, and you don't want us to be friends. Then, tell him to keep his wife in check."

He ground his teeth in frustration as he exclaimed, "Jane Morris!"