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Kendall's Sacrifice novel Chapter 244

Chapter 243

"I will pick up the jewelry boxes."

As Kendall stood up and went over to pick up the boxes she had knocked over, Dylan watched her from the bed.

"I will have Amos clean up a room for you to use as a jewelry room to keep the jewelry I gave you tomorrow," he informed.

Hearing that, she continued tidying up while she replied, "It is not like there is a lot to the point that I need a room for them. I will find time when I am free to tidy up my dresser so that I can put these here."

The man fell silent for a brief moment. "You think I will only be giving you those once?" he finally asked.

Kendall jolted to a stop and lifted her chin to look at him. "I-It will take me every day of a whole month to wear a new set of the ones you have already given me."

This much was enough.

"That is not a lot. There will be new designs in the future. I will buy a few sets for you. You can wear them if you like, and leave them if you don't. You can also take care of the jewelry room yourself or ask someone to take care of it for you."

Dylan then added, "You are a busy bee now. Let's send two people from the warehouse to help you manage the jewelry. They know how to pick jewelry, and they have a good memory. Just tell them the kind of jewelry you want to wear when you go out, and they will help you find them."

Kendall was a little shocked to hear his words.

He had mentioned the warehouse a few times before.

The warehouse was maintained by special personnel. If the wives of the Coleman Family wanted to use the jewelry in the warehouse, they needed to register for record purposes and return it to the warehouse after use. The employees in the warehouse would keep the jewelry in their best condition to make sure that they stayed in tiptop condition the next time the wives wore them.

Curious if there would be jewelry everywhere, Kendall suddenly became interested in the warehouse in the Coleman Mansion.

"Dylan, just how much good stuff is there in the warehouse? Is it a big place? How many workers are there to manage the place?"

The longer she lived here, the more she felt that the Coleman Mansion was the epitome of a palace.

Even the delegation of tasks was done thoroughly so that each employee had their own responsibility.

Of course, she could also see from here that the Coleman Family's financial resources were beyond her imagination.

The Parker Family might seem wealthy to the public, but they really were nothing compared to the Colemans.

Too bad poverty had limited the author's imagination.

"Come here." Dylan hooked his finger at her. "I will tell you quietly."

His answer made her burst out laughing. "Fine, don't tell me. I have to go shower."

Dylan paused for a beat before commenting, "Kendall, you are not like other girls. If it was someone else, they would have thrown themselves this way and interrogated me."

"Honestly, I like looking at and keeping jewelry. Wearing them? Not so much."

This was the truth.

She had never had a shortage of jewelry after she was brought home to the Parker Residence by her birth parents.

Other than always wearing the jade bracelet left for her by her grandmother that she gave to Dylan last time, Kendall rarely had other accessories on.

Wearing all those jewelry made her uncomfortable from head to toe.

"I am going to shower."

She headed into the bathroom after she placed the jewelry boxes properly.

Dylan, on the other hand, took the chance to keep the cash.

He was already lying there waiting for her when she came out.

"Where is the money you gave me?"

"It is all in the box." He then teased, "Would you like to hug the box to sleep?"

She proceeded to climb into the bed and crawled to his side while she tugged on the blanket. After she lay down beside him, she let out a graceful yawn and mused, "When I was poor, I would always think about all the things I can possibly accomplish if I had money. But now that I have money, it really doesn't feel that different. Dylan, as the owner of such tremendous wealth, what are your thoughts on this?"

He wrapped her in his arms and with a thoughtful look, answered, "It is not like I have time to spend my money when I have to go to work every day, but my money keeps growing. What I worry about is how to spend so much money. I am glad that I have you now. The husband makes money and the wife spends it. Honey, I will be entrusting you with the task to spend money. You can spend it however you like."

Kendall hugged him tightly in return. "I am heading to dreamland now. I hope that both my money and my rich husband are still here when I wake up."

"Go ahead and sleep," he cooed. "You will see that you have even more when you wake up from sleep."

Tired and drowsy, she shut her eyes, but not without mumbling, "I already have the world as I have you."

To Kendall, Dylan was more important than any amount of money there was.

She had never gotten married to him with his money in mind.

Her short words immediately made the man float on cloud nine. These were the most touching words of love he had ever heard.

Kendall, who wanted to make healthy soup for her man, woke up early the next morning.

Even the light sleeper who slept beside her last night was not aware that she had gotten out of bed.

When she went to the kitchen, Amos had already prepared all the fresh ingredients she might need.

"Young Mistress Kendall, do check and see if you are short on anything. I will go to the kitchen and get it for you right this instant if there is."

Looking at the variety of ingredients available, Kendall hurriedly commented, "This is enough. With all these ingredients, I can even prepare a hearty breakfast. Amos, please inform the kitchen staff that Dylan and I will not be needing breakfast. I will prepare ours myself."

"Yes, Young Mistress Kendall," Amos smilingly replied.

He immediately took out his phone and called the supervisor in the kitchen to tell him that he didn't need to prepare breakfast for Dylan and Kendall this morning.

After the phone call ended, Amos asked Kendall again, "Young Mistress Kendall, is there anything I can help you with?"

"It is fine, I can handle it. It is still early, Amos. Why don't you head back and take a nap?"

The smile stayed on his face as he replied, "I am not sleepy. I wake up early every morning. I am used to it."

The staff wouldn't have anything to do after Dylan left anyway. They could catch up on sleep then.

Even though Kendall refused Amos' help, he still became her assistant at some point.

Seeing her begin to clean the ingredients for the soup, he suddenly started acting a little jumpy.

"Do you have something to say, Amos?"

He must have felt embarrassed at being caught as he shyly suggested, "Young Mistress Kendall, what do you think about making ginseng soup for the young master?"

Amos was of the opinion that Dylan's health had weakened, and the latter had not completely gotten better after he had the car accident. Dylan getting busy after he started handling the company again had only added to the fatigue. It would be weirder if he could still manage to make 'it' stand with how his body was.

I am sure that Young Master Dylan would love the soup Young Mistress Kendall makes for him. If the young mistress were to cook ginseng soup for Young Master Dylan, it might be able to invigorate him so that he can do the deed!

Upon hearing that, Kendall turned sideways to look at Amos. Other than him being slightly bashful, she could tell that he had no other intention, and was only asking for Dylan's sake.

Smilingly, she huffed, "The young master doesn't need ginseng soup!"

He is more than capable at doing it.

She had picked up the courage to touch him there last night, and 'it' reacting to her touch had startled her so badly she rolled out of bed and onto the floor.

She was worried he would get a nosebleed if he were to have ginseng soup!

The old man's eyes swiftly shone as he asked in an expectant tone, "Young Mistress Kendall, is Young Master Dylan… I am not trying to pry into your bedroom affairs! I am merely asking out of concern for the young master. I—"

Worried that she would misunderstand, Amos quickly sputtered a bunch of explanations.

Kendall's face was slightly red then. Instead of answering him directly, she only reassured, "Don't doubt it if I get pregnant one day. It is definitely his child."

Amos didn't say anything in reply, but in his head he was grumbling, Young Master Dylan still can't do it!

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