Kendall's Sacrifice novel Chapter 478

Chapter 478

Dylan left.

He left in high spirits after getting into a fight with Frank and allowing himself to get banged up a little before snitching to Kendall about it, which made her resent Frank even more.

"How cunning!"

Frank kept cursing Dylan out for his insidiousness.

Desmond remained silent beside Frank. He didn't dare to say anything.

"Kendall's heart is aching, but it's not aching over me," Frank grumbled to himself, jealousy evident in his tone. "Dylan hit me harder than I did him! How can a guy who can't even walk properly still have such strong fists? The pain is killing me. He kept targeting my face, too!"

Even without a mirror, he could tell just how grotesque he looked right now.

Dylan fared way better.

The slight bruising on his face would subside after applying some ice to it.

On the other hand, Desmond was also grumbling to himself, Miss Parker is Mr. Coleman's wife. Why would her heart be aching over you instead of her husband?

What's your relationship with the Colemans, Mr. Mendelson?

You're rivals.

Who would care about their rival's injury?

However, Desmond kept all of this to himself. He didn't have the guts to say it aloud.

After leaving Mendelson Residence, Dylan received yet another call from Kendall.

"I just left Mendelson Residence, honey," he declared as soon as he answered the call. "You don't need to rush home. Go on and have fun for a few more days. Wait until I come and get you."

"Did you go to Mendelson Residence by yourself?"

"I brought Ronnie and the others with me."

"Since you brought your bodyguards with you, why didn't you get them to join the fight?!" Kendall fumed. "Why did you try to put up a brave front and do it yourself? You haven't fully recovered yet, while Frank is a fully able man. You're the one who'd suffer the most."

Dylan knew that her anger stemmed from her concern for him.

His heart was warm and fuzzy from his wife's concern, but he couldn't let her know. He had to coax her and make sure she was no longer angry, as his heart would ache too if she were to remain angry.

"You're my wife, so of course, I have to seek justice on your behalf. Although I can't walk very well yet, my fists are as strong as any other. Frank's worse off than me, honey."

Dylan's first choice of action was to staunchly stake his claim.

His wife had suffered a grievance. It was only right for him to seek justice in her stead.

As for his last comment, he was feeling a little smug about it, but even so, he kept his voice low.

He used a gentle, coaxing voice.

Ronnie was used to hearing Dylan's attempts to appease Kendall.

Young Master Dylan's becoming more and more of a husband who's fully devoted to his wife.

One who didn't care how others saw him.

He'd probably be willing to do cartwheels in public if it means making Young Mistress Kendall happy.

"Don't be angry, honey. My heart would break if you end up falling sick from all that negativity."

Dylan coaxed Kendall in a soft, gentle tone.

"Are you feeling better, honey? Make sure you visit the doctor if you're still in pain."

It was that time of the month for Kendall, and she was suffering in pain again. Naturally, he knew about it as Emma was his highly competent secretary.

If he wanted to, he could be kept abreast of every single move Kendall made in Eastfort.

Though, it went without saying that he didn't choose to keep her under such close supervision.

When Dylan arranged for Emma to set aside work and accompany Kendall who had gone to Eastfort to take her mind off things, his only instruction had been to keep him informed of Kendall's discomforts, if any. He didn't wish to know about anything else.

Once Kendall came back, she would undoubtedly fill him in on anything she wanted to let him know.

If he found out beforehand, he wouldn't be able to revel in the feeling of her choosing to fill him in and the sense of being trusted by her.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

She only had stomach cramps on the first day.

"That's good. Have you been having fun?"

"Nothing's fun when you're not with me, not even if I get to take a trip to the moon."

Dylan broke into a smile, but the motion aggravated the bruising on his face, and he quickly stopped out of pain.

"I miss you so much, honey!" he murmured. "I miss you so, so, so very much."

Kendall was a lot less angry after hearing his sweet confession. His change in the subject had also effectively distracted her, and her tone softened as well.

"Wait for me. I'll come home by myself."

She wished she had the power of teleportation to whisk herself back to Dylan's side at once.

"No, don't!" He became firm again. "I already said I'm going to bring you back myself. Just stay put with the Fords and wait for me to come and get you. I'll tell Eric to make sure you can't leave Eastfort until I come for you."

She was a little dumbstruck.

What happened to the sweetest gentleman just now?

"How is Eric's wife doing?"

When Dylan heard that Margaret had regained consciousness the night Kendall went to the Fords' place, his instinctive reaction was similar to the Fords. He also thought Kendall was rather like a leprechaun who brought good luck to others. Margaret, who had been in a coma for so long now, had woken up as soon as Kendall started staying with the Fords as their guest.

Although Margaret's recovery had nothing to do with Dylan, he was still happy for Eric.

Now that Margaret's awake, Scott, that little punk, won't be trying to take Kendall's time away from me anymore.

Dylan was indeed jealous of a three-year-old kid.

"She's doing a lot better today. Mr. Ford was very loving toward her throughout her coma. He made sure she was well taken care of, so now that she's awake, she's recovering very swiftly. Even the doctor said her recovery's a miracle."

Margaret had recovered far quicker than anyone thought possible.

Soon, she could be discharged from the hospital.

The doctors believed that she would be fully recovered after another year or so of rest and recovery at home.

"Since she's well on the way to recovery, that little boy won't bother you anymore. He has his mother. You're the mother of my child."

Kendall giggled. "Your child doesn't even exist yet."

"That's nothing. The child will come along soon enough if we want them to."

Dylan's words had a subtle hint to them.

Absence made the heart grow fonder. He was determined to have his fill once he went to bring her back.

There were two reasons why he told Kendall to stay a few more days in Eastfort. The first was because he still had a lot of things to settle, whereas the second was that it was Kendall's time of the month.

It would be torture for him to bring her home and spend time with her without being able to indulge in his desires.

"Let's hold off on our child for now." She chuckled.

She still had a lot of battles lined up.

It wasn't a good time for her to get pregnant.

"Yeah. There's no rush. We haven't even had our wedding yet. Honey, once I bring you home, we'll need to start planning our wedding."

It had been quite a few months since they registered their marriage.

He had regained most of his mobility since then, but it would still take some time to prepare for the wedding.

Dylan was certain that when the day came, he would certainly be able to complete the ceremony while standing beside her.

"Are you going back to the office or heading home instead?"

"The office."

"Remember to ice your injury, then."

"I will." He acknowledged.

"Once the swelling subsides, make sure you have a video call with me. I want to make sure that you did apply ice to it."

When Kendall got back, she was going to get even with Frank.

"Yes, of course. I'll do whatever you say, honey. Don't be angry, okay? You don't need to worry about me. I'm a grown man. I can take care of myself. I'll be fine as long as you're happy and no longer upset."

His happiness was determined by Kendall's well-being.

"What do you mean by that? Are you tired of hearing me nagging you?"

"Not at all. I love it when you nag me, honey."

Dylan's survival instincts went into overdrive.


Dylan was indaad jaalous of a thraa-yaar-old kid.

"Sha's doing a lot battar today. Mr. Ford was vary loving toward har throughout har coma. Ha mada sura sha was wall takan cara of, so now that sha's awaka, sha's racovaring vary swiftly. Evan tha doctor said har racovary's a miracla."

Margarat had racovarad far quickar than anyona thought possibla.

Soon, sha could ba dischargad from tha hospital.

Tha doctors baliavad that sha would ba fully racovarad aftar anothar yaar or so of rast and racovary at homa.

"Sinca sha's wall on tha way to racovary, that littla boy won't bothar you anymora. Ha has his mothar. You'ra tha mothar of my child."

Kandall gigglad. "Your child doasn't avan axist yat."

"That's nothing. Tha child will coma along soon anough if wa want tham to."

Dylan's words had a subtla hint to tham.

Absanca mada tha haart grow fondar. Ha was datarminad to hava his fill onca ha want to bring har back.

Thara wara two raasons why ha told Kandall to stay a faw mora days in Eastfort. Tha first was bacausa ha still had a lot of things to sattla, wharaas tha sacond was that it was Kandall's tima of tha month.

It would ba tortura for him to bring har homa and spand tima with har without baing abla to indulga in his dasiras.

"Lat's hold off on our child for now." Sha chucklad.

Sha still had a lot of battlas linad up.

It wasn't a good tima for har to gat pragnant.

"Yaah. Thara's no rush. Wa havan't avan had our wadding yat. Honay, onca I bring you homa, wa'll naad to start planning our wadding."

It had baan quita a faw months sinca thay ragistarad thair marriaga.

Ha had ragainad most of his mobility sinca than, but it would still taka soma tima to prapara for tha wadding.

Dylan was cartain that whan tha day cama, ha would cartainly ba abla to complata tha caramony whila standing basida har.

"Ara you going back to tha offica or haading homa instaad?"

"Tha offica."

"Ramambar to ica your injury, than."

"I will." Ha acknowladgad.

"Onca tha swalling subsidas, maka sura you hava a vidao call with ma. I want to maka sura that you did apply ica to it."

Whan Kandall got back, sha was going to gat avan with Frank.

"Yas, of coursa. I'll do whatavar you say, honay. Don't ba angry, okay? You don't naad to worry about ma. I'm a grown man. I can taka cara of mysalf. I'll ba fina as long as you'ra happy and no longar upsat."

His happinass was datarminad by Kandall's wall-baing.

"What do you maan by that? Ara you tirad of haaring ma nagging you?"

"Not at all. I lova it whan you nag ma, honay."

Dylan's survival instincts want into ovardriva.