Love Knows No Bounds novel (Kendall and Dylan) novel Chapter 335

It wasn't until he watched Joshua scurry away that he approached Frank and asked after looking at his master for a moment, "Sir, were you asking Joshua to bring Ms. Taylor over?"

Desmond had a bit of an impression of Amelia, who was a sweet-looking girl. She might look timid, but she was actually as bold as could be, even daring to secretly take pictures of Frank.

Most importantly, Amelia and Kendall were best friends, and Desmond knew well the reason Frank approached Amelia was to get to Kendall.

Alas, his master would really resort to every conceivable means to gain Kendall's love.

"Why ask when you already know?" Frank replied plainly. "I'm hungry."

With that, Desmond instantly ordered the servants to serve up the long-ready breakfast.

Then again, he wasn't sure he should call it breakfast anymore when Frank was only eating his first meal of the day now.

Ping… A new notification popped up on Frank's phone, and he hurriedly checked it to find a message from Dylan—it was a GIF of a man being beaten up by another man on the ground.

He turned grim at once.

To think Dylan was the one who replied to him when he had sent the picture to Kendall.

Are the couple together right now?

Though jealous, there was nothing he could do about it.

Meanwhile, a man and a woman shared a chair inside the guest lounge on the top floor of Parker Corporation.

"You're the one who replied to him, not me. Don't go around accusing me of contacting him, alright?" Kendall retrieved her phone from Dylan, who said nothing.

He knew that Frank wouldn't let go, for the man was obsessive as hell. The first time Frank attacked him, the man went after Dylan like a mad dog because he wouldn't yield or admit defeat, and that was how they became bitter enemies.

Actually, he wasn't the first person Frank targeted. There were many before him, but they all yielded eventually, allowing Frank easy wins. Because of this, he developed a lofty personality, thinking he was invincible until he suffered a horrible defeat upon facing Dylan.

Having lost his dignity and unwilling to resign to fate, he never stopped cracking down on Dylan in the last couple of decades. If Kendall hadn't appeared, Dylan was beginning to think his bitter rival had actually fallen for him.

"Come on, don't be upset anymore, alright? I won't cheat on you. Either way, I'll never bother myself with him," coaxed Kendall as she kissed her husband with a smile.

A certain Mr. Coleman responded better to cajolery than to threats. As such, his foul mood instantly dampened after a coaxing and a kiss from his dear wife.

"Dylan."

"Call me hubby."

"Hehe, does your face not hurt from all the slapping?"

"I've already gotten numb."

Kendall giggled in response. "Hubby, I need to tell you this. I'm following my dad to business engagements from tomorrow on. I can't have lunch with you every day anymore."

At that, Dylan turned grim again.

"I'll still join you for lunch whenever possible." She wrapped her arms around his affectionately.

As displeased as he was, he didn't oppose the idea, for he had always supported her career.

At that, he pinched her cheeks affectionately. "Stay focused. I'm waiting for the day you can leave the nest."

"I'll do my best."

Kendall succumbed to her desire when her husband's handsome face was just inches away from her, and she kissed the side of his cheek. Noticing that he shrunk a little, she chuckled under her breath and deliberately brushed her fingertips against his lips. But as soon as he parted his lips slightly, she withdrew her hand.

Dylan turned his head to her, looking at her with a blazing gaze so intense that it nearly set her ablaze.

They locked eyes for a moment before Kendall admitted defeat, burying her face in his arms, no longer daring to rivet her gaze into his.

Dylan held this succubus named Kendall closer to him and cooed into her ear, "I won't stop even if you beg for mercy."

Her face flushed crimson instantly.

It wasn't until moments later that he gently pushed his girl away and put on a straight face. "There's still some time before you can leave for lunch. You should go on and get back to work. I'll go and talk to your dad."

He had come to Parker Corporation early.

"Okay."

Kendall got up and helped him up, wanting to bring him to his wheelchair, but he turned her down. "I've got this. I can already walk a few solid feet away."

"Way to go!"

Dylan smiled. "Give me a couple more months, and I'll be able to stand and wait at the altar like a normal person while you walk down the aisle with your dad."

They wouldn't be holding the wedding ceremony until he could start walking with ease.

"I have utter faith in you!" Kendall said encouragingly.

He was a man of patience, and he would certainly do whatever he had set his mind to perfectly.

There would always be something a rookie like her could learn from a high-flier like him.

"Can't a man receive a more substantial encouragement from his wife? Hmm, honey?" requested a certain someone while staring at his beloved's moving lips, his gaze turning from profound to ablaze.

Abashed, Kendall whined, "We're in the office..."

"Are there cameras anywhere?"

"Not in here."

The next second, he pulled her into his arms and attacked her lips.

Kendall allowed him a couple of kisses before pushing him away in a hurry. "I'm going to go back to work. You take your time," she mumbled before scampering out of the lounge.

Fortunately, only her father and Jessie occupied the top floor, and they wouldn't suddenly appear since they were in their respective offices.

Once she was out of the lounge, Kendall felt her lips and chuckled to herself before returning to her table like nothing had happened.

"Has Master Dylan left?" Jessie asked offhandedly when she saw that Kendall had returned.

"Not yet. He wants to talk to President Parker about something."

"Oh." Jessie took a couple of ganders at Kendall and teased, "Say, Kendall. Is it me, or does it look like you're riding high? Sigh, a loved woman sure is different."

"What are you talking about? I'm still me," Kendall disagreed bashfully.

"I just think you look prettier than when you came into the office this morning."

"I didn't do anything to my face, though." Kendall felt her face on purpose.

Jessie laughed in response, causing her to inexplicably blush.

Meanwhile, after a certain someone fled, Dylan pushed his wheelchair out of the lounge composedly before sitting on it, wheeling himself to the president's office. He knocked on the door and waited until he heard a 'come in' from inside before entering.

Upon realizing who it was behind the door, Adam instantly put his work aside and left his desk to push Dylan further in.

"Why didn't Kendall push you in?" A hint of displeasure laced his voice.

To think his daughter left her husband alone when he was mobility-impaired, and his bodyguards were nowhere close.

"I let her get back to finishing her work, lest she nags about all the work she has yet to get done over lunch."

He's praising Kendall for being committed to her job! Just like that, the hint of displeasure Adam had vanished instantly.

After pushing Dylan to the leather couch, he helped Dylan out of his wheelchair and onto the seat.

"Would you like some tea or warm water, Master Dylan?"

"Warm water will do, father." Dylan behaved amiably, having not a sliver of his usual loftiness.