Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 218

Pursing his lips, Dylan eventually didn't make himself clear.

He really craved to be passionate with her when she plunged into his arms from time to time and kissed him.

Therefore, he was afraid that she would certainly not be as enthusiastic as she was now if she knew that he actually still had the capability to impregnate her.

I'll surely have a taste of her and show her with practical actions that I want to have children with her and only with her once our relationship gets deeper, and I can walk at least a hundred meters after some time.

"Okay. Go and drink some ginger tea. It's good for curing a hangover."

Dylan carried Kendall, who was in his arms. Then, he placed her on the ground and said warmly, "There are some of your favorite muffins here too if you're hungry."

"Okay," Kendall said as she walked out of the desk. "I'm really hungry."

She was famished as she didn't get to have any main course during her lunch earlier except for drinking and having appetizers. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

When she walked into the pantry, she saw there was indeed the ginger tea that Amos had delivered and a few different flavored muffins that she usually liked to eat.

After placing the ginger tea and the muffins onto a tray, Kendall brought them out of the pantry and enjoyed them on Dylan's desk.

She drank the ginger tea all by herself.

And as for the muffins, she shared them together with Dylan. She ate some and fed Dylan some.

Looking at the muffin in front of him, Dylan protested. "Kendall, I don't like desserts."

As she heard that, Kendall's almond eyes widened. "You won't eat it even if I'm the one who feeds you?"

Dylan replied. "I'll eat it. I'll eat."

In an instant, Kendall beamed with delight. "That's more like it."

With that, she picked up another piece of muffin, reached out, and fed it into Dylan's mouth. She only ate hers leisurely after she saw Dylan finishing his.

When Kendall was full, she leaned against the back of the chair and said to Dylan, "Dylan, where did you hire the chef in your household? Not only do they make delicious dishes and soups, the desserts they make are also exceptionally yummy and pretty."

What I'm latching onto isn't only Dylan's richness and power, but also his gourmet's luck.

"My household is your household. Don't you say the wrong thing again."

Kendall stuck her tongue out mischievously upon hearing that.

"Kendall, take a seat on the sofa for a while. I'll take you to dinner after I have finished going through these documents. Later, I'll take you to your class after dinner."

"Okay." Kendall was a little embarrassed. She felt that she had interrupted Dylan's work. Dylan's time is so valuable. All his time spent on me is equivalent to money.

"Dylan, can you give me a pencil and a piece of paper? Since I'll be bored sitting here, I can draw something."

After hearing her words, he passed a pencil and a piece of paper to her.

Later, the young couple worked on their tasks respectively where Dylan worked on the documents while Kendall focused on her drawing.

Occasionally, he would look up at his wife. Every time he looked up, their gazes would meet.

Also, Kendall would give him a sweet smile every time she met his gaze.

Every now and then, other senior executives would drop by the office to inquire Dylan about company affairs.

They were curious when they saw Kendall sitting there and drawing, yet none dared to ask further.

Earlier today, when Henry took Kendall to the Coleman Empire Holdings, Dylan came downstairs and personally carried upstairs as she was asleep.

Like a 10.0 magnitude earthquake, that scene had the impact to shake the entire 68-floor building.

Sure enough, everyone in the company knew Kendall's identity as the second daughter of the Parker Family.

However, it was their first time to see Dylan disregarding his immobility as he insisted on going downstairs to carry Kendall upstairs in his wheelchair. To them, it was a special treatment that not even Alice, Dylan's beloved sister, could enjoy.

Therefore, everyone was speculating about the relationship between Dylan and Kendall.

In conclusion, Kendall had left everyone in the entire 68-floor building constantly on tenterhooks all day as she slept. Not to mention, it made them feel uncomfortable after realizing that they couldn't get an answer for their question.

Unknowingly, the sun began to set and it was already evening.

When Dylan finished perusing the documents, he rose to his feet. Supporting himself with the help of the desk, he slowly walked out of the desk. His wheelchair wasn't far away from where he stood.

However, instead of getting onto the wheelchair, he walked slowly over to Kendall's side.

After taking a few steps, he felt pain in his legs but endured it. When he walked to the sofa and sat

down, a thin layer of perspiration had already coated his forehead.

As Kendall was absolutely preoccupied with drawing the portrait when Dylan silently approached, she hadn't even noticed that he had taken a seat next to her.

He leaned closer and discovered that she was drawing a portrait of him. Seeing that she had already drawn the outline of his facial features, he couldn't help but think that her drawing was a true reflection of his looks.

No wonder she met my gaze every time I looked at her just now. It turns out that she's drawing a portrait of me, and only by looking at me from time to time can she make her drawing lifelike.

Dylan was a multi-talented person. Based on Alice's words, he was the most outstanding among the siblings in the Coleman Family and was excellent in everything, but the only downside was that he didn't showcase his talent.

Without a doubt, the young couple were matching in terms of their talents.

"Why did you think of drawing me?" Dylan asked.

Kendall, who was still focused on her drawing, jumped in shock when she heard his question. Her hand flicked for a moment, which caused her to make a mistake. Looking at the smudge on the drawing, she had no choice but to rub it off.

"Dylan? When did you come over?"

"Dylan, did you walk here?" she asked in surprise after she saw that his wheelchair was still in its

place. "Dylan, I'm so glad that you can walk so far. This truly is a great progress! I'm sure you will be able to walk like a normal person if you stick to your rehabilitation for a little longer."

Shortly after, Kendall added again, "You've created a miracle!"

While speaking, she stared at Dylan's legs. According to the doctor, Dylan's legs would take a year or two to be fully recovered if he regularly comes for rehabilitation. However, Dylan can already walk this far after only sticking to his rehabilitation for a period of time.

For that reason alone, Kendall deemed that Dylan had created a miracle.

He smiled. As he raised his hands to cup her face, he lightly pinched her cheeks. "For your sake, I will create a miracle even if I don't have to."

Little was Kendall aware that Dylan had recovered well from his leg injury after the operation and the time provided by the doctor was merely based on his conservative estimation.

Although Dylan had always refused rehabilitation, he would still force himself to walk a few steps in his own room whenever no one was around.

Now that he had started his rehabilitation, the amount of time he spent walking without the help of his wheelchair was actually more than what the doctor had mentioned. Hence, naturally, his recovery would be much better.

As a matter of fact, there was a slight regret on Dylan's part because he had given up on himself due to his great setback. He also regretted that he had always refused rehabilitation and hated the fact that he still needed to rely on a wheelchair, even up to this day.

If only I had agreed to go for rehabilitation earlier, maybe I wouldn't have to rely on a wheelchair for indoor activities, even if I can't walk very far.

In the meantime, Kendall also wanted to pinch Dylan's cheeks. However, she gave up after she saw that her hands were a little dirty.

"Dylan, look at this portrait that I drew. Does this resemble you?"

Kendall picked up the portrait and handed it to him like she was offering a treasure. "Once the portrait is finished, I'll follow the outlines of this portrait and carve a small statue of you. That way, I'll be able to take you with me all the time in the future."

"Why would you look at a portrait when you can look at the real person?"

She giggled after hearing that. "Dylan, you'll make me think that you're coming up with excuses for me to stare at you."

"Didn't you say that I'm handsome? I'll let you look at me more so that you won't be fascinated by other men outside."

"Other men outside can't be compared to you. Not even Frank is as good as you."

There was truth in her words. If Frank hadn't imitated Dylan's icy cold appearance, he would look rather feminine and charmingly beautiful. Honestly speaking, Frank wasn't Kendall's ideal type because she fancied someone like Dylan.

"Show me."

At once, Kendall smacked her lips and smooched his handsome face.

"I still owe you a lot of gifts." She sighed. "I don't even have time to practice the embroidery skill that I had learned and create a phoenix for you."

"No rush. We have a lifetime."

Kendall smiled. Yeah. We have a lifetime.

"Have you finished working?"

"Yeah."

"Then, let's grab dinner. I'm officially attending my class tonight, so I can't be late." She began to clean up in a hurry.