Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 319

Although I prioritized love in my previous lifetime, restrained my taekwondo skills for Jackson's sake, and was willing to be a foolish woman who treated him like a king, it still would not change the fact that my baby daughter died because of Frank. So, how could I not blame Frank for everything that had happened?

Meanwhile, Dylan sat upright and simply looked at Kendall quietly. As for Kendall, despite being puzzled by his stare, she somehow felt a little guilty, like she had made a big mistake. However, Dylan eventually said nothing and just embraced her tightly.

It was already past 11.00PM by the time they returned to the Coleman Mansion.

Thanks to the fuss Frank created earlier, Kendall had lost both her mood and appetite to have herself some supper. Furthermore, she was also worried about Dylan's body. Thus, the couple ditched their supper and headed straight into their room.

Once they returned to their room, Kendall immediately dragged Dylan to the bed, pinned him down, and started taking his clothes off.

When Dylan noticed her actions, he swiftly grabbed her daring hand and looked at her with an intense gaze. Then, with a tinge of dangerous implication in his low and masculine voice, he asked, "Kendall, don't you know that it's dangerous to play with fire?"

"Let me check if you are hurt."

Despite that, Kendall was too focused on her worry about him. She flung his hand off and continued to unclothe him.

When Dylan saw how determined she was, he no longer stopped her from stripping his clothes off. Instead, he even became cooperative by spreading his arms and legs wide, allowing her to take his clothes off more easily. As Kendall unclothed him, a certain affection flowed in his eyes. She told me to wash myself up well and wait for her in bed at home tonight. As a matter of fact, I had just finished taking my shower when Henry called just now.

"You beat Frank up before I arrived, remember? He was already injured, to begin with, so even if we fought, he was at a disadvantage. He could not hurt me much. Instead, it was only I who injured him more. So, don't worry. I am fine," said Dylan as he comforted his beloved wife, Kendall.

Nonetheless, Dylan was still pleased after seeing how much Kendall worried and cared about him, to the point that she wanted to check whether he was injured personally as soon as they arrived home. Although I may look like a tyrant, I have never fought with anyone before. Tonight was my first time getting into a brawl, but I am willing to make this exception. No men are allowed to lay their fingers on Kendall, my wife, especially Frank, this powerful love rival of mine!

In reality, Dylan was actually extremely bothered about Kendall's dream. He cared that Kendall and Frank had a sexual relationship in her dream and even had a baby girl together. Although Dylan speculated the baby girl in Kendall's dream was probably his child, he still could not accept that Frank assaulted Kendall in her dream.

Fortunately, everything was just a dream and not a reality. Otherwise, Dylan would genuinely want to tear Frank into pieces.

After Kendall gave him a careful once over, she only felt relieved once she ensured he was not injured.

Suddenly, Dylan grabbed her hand again when Kendall wanted to help him get dressed. When the couple looked at each other, Kendall could see Dylan's fiery gaze, making her body heat up in response.

"Kendall, you were the one who had asked me to wash up well and wait for you in bed."

She smiled brightly when she heard him. Then, she lowered her head and bit lightly somewhere around Dylan's body, making him gasp. "Let me take a shower. I perspired so much when I whacked Frank earlier, and now my whole body reeks."

Dylan acquiesced and released her arm.

Kendall entered the bathroom. However, she did not let Dylan wait long. Soon, she came out of the bathroom with her hair down.

He wanted to say something when he thought she had washed her hair, but just when he was about to do so, he took a better look at her hair. He bit back the words he would like to say after he saw that her hair was not wet.

Frank's appearance triggered the beast in Dylan, and not to mention, Kendall was being exceptionally passionate tonight. Thus, the couple went for two rounds of s*x before they embraced each other to sleep.

…

Meanwhile, in the main house's living room, Emily was sitting on the couch, and a few steps in front of her was Henry, whom she had called over. Henry stood with his head lowered and dared not to look at her.

"Henry," Emily said gently, "Dylan has arranged for you to be Kendall's chauffeur. So, you should be the person who knows Kendall's whereabouts best. So, tell me: what does she do every night? Also, why did Dylan suddenly rush out with many bodyguards and return with Kendall?"

Although the night was getting dark and the heat wave during the day subsided a lot, Henry was still sweating profusely. At this moment, he was overwhelmed with tension. I most certainly cannot tell Mrs. Coleman the truth. She had always disliked Young Mistress Kendall. If she knew that Young Mistress Kendall had some sort of entanglement with Mr. Mendelson, she would definitely seek trouble with Young Mistress Kendall. But Young Mistress Kendall is innocent. After she married Young Master Dylan, she never took the initiative to seduce other men. Instead, Mr. Mendelson was the one who constantly pestered Young Mistress Kendall, and his reason for doing so was most likely because of Young Master Dylan. Everyone knows Mr. Mendelson will snatch everything that Young Master Dylan cares about, and if he cannot snatch it from Young Master Dylan, he will use every possible means to destroy it. But if I do not tell Mrs. Coleman the truth, she will not let me go.

"Henry, just be honest. If I ever found out that there was a slight lie in your words, neither you nor your wife can think of working for us any longer."

Henry's wife also worked in the Coleman Mansion, and her job scope was rather free and easy. All she had to do was take care of the pets at Pet Palace. Compared to the others, at least she did not have to worry about clashing with the masters and did not have to be subservient to the masters all the time. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Mrs. Coleman." Henry looked up at Emily. Then, he quickly lowered his head and said, "Young Mistress Kendall will attend etiquette classes at the Orapolis Etiquette Institute every evening after she gets off work, and she will come home immediately after class."

"Orapolis Etiquette Institute?" Emily snorted and said sarcastically, "A person like her will not be able to learn the proper etiquette of a noble lady even if she lives in the Orapolis Etiquette Institute for a lifetime." Yes, I know she is the daughter of the Parker Family, but it is still a fact that she has lived in the countryside for 25 years. Besides, even if she naturally has a good and elegant temperament, in my eyes, she is still a bumpkin from the country.

She was highly dissatisfied with having Kendall as her daughter-in-law. Even after Tilly had asked her to invite Charlotte over to their house for a cup of tea, Emily had yet to invite Adam and Charlotte for a meet-up simply because she disliked Kendall, her daughter-in-law, and despised her in-laws.

As for Charlotte, she did want to have a good relationship with her in-laws. In fact, she would never dare to offend the Coleman Family, her in-laws, to hope her daughter could live a peaceful life in the Coleman Mansion.

Henry did not dare to utter a word. All this while, he knew that none of the elders of the Coleman Family liked Kendall. The elders concluded she was not worthy of Dylan and thought she was not as good as the other young noble ladies. But, in reality, Kendall was indeed a good woman—perhaps better than the other young noble ladies in Orapolis.

"Then, what was up with tonight?" After she discovered that Kendall attended etiquette classes every night, Emily said nothing despite sounding sarcastic earlier. It is good that she has self-motivation, and it is also good that she is willing to make an effort into trying to blend in with the family and our social circles. At the very least, it shows that Kendall's love for Dylan is somewhat sincere, and she is willing

to make an effort for him.

Henry pretended to be confused when he heard her forceful question and answered, "Nothing happened. Perhaps Young Master Dylan misses Young Mistress Kendall so much that he eagerly went to fetch her in person."

Regrettably, that made Emily slam her hand on the table. The sound was so loud that it shocked Henry, making him flinch.

"Henry! I am no fool," Emily growled, "Do not try to lie to me! Something must have happened tonight. Dylan rushed out of the mansion with so many men tonight, looking like he would put out a fire! How is that considered as nothing happened?!" Right now, Kendall, that bumpkin, is the only person who can make Dylan rush out in a hurry.

Whenever she thought about how Kendall could easily make Dylan, who had always been cold- hearted, melt, Emily could not help but get angry.

Mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law had been natural enemies since the beginning of time. They were constantly at war with each other simply because the mother-in-law always felt that the son she had raised would be snatched away by her daughter-in-law. Hence, she would always find fault in her daughter-in-law.

After all, every woman was a precious daughter of their own parents in their own home before they became a daughter-in-law of another household. For the sake of a man, they gave up being together with their parents, married into a family that was unfamiliar to them by themselves, honored the man's parents, and even bore children for that man.

Yet, after all the things they did for their spouses' families, they still had to suffer hostility from their mother-in-law. So, naturally, they would not be unwilling to grin and bear it. For that reason, the mother- in-law and the daughter-in-law would easily get into an endless argument because of the same man. Also, because of this, their conflict would only get more intense as time passed.