Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 113

On the other hand, Kendall was oblivious to Kelly putting the blame on her. The sun was already hanging in the morning sky by the time she woke up. Fidgeting around instinctively with her hands, she touched Dylan and sprang up in surprise, only to see his deep eyes fixating on her.

"Hubby, are we home now?"

"If not, where else would we be?"

She blinked her beady eyes in confusion as she remembered that she had fallen asleep in the car. "How did I end up in the room?"

"You were sleepwalking."

Letting out a smile, she hovered over him and pinched his cheeks lightly. "Your skin is quite soft. They say people with soft skin have good tempers, but why are you the opposite?"

"So, you knew that I have a vile temper, yet you insisted on marrying me? And why are you lying on top of me? Are you trying to eat me early in the morning?"

Kendall paused momentarily. "I think you've gone too far. Even if I'm going to eat you, you're… Even if I wanted to do that, nothing would happen."

Dylan's face darkened when he heard that.

"Is it bright outside already? Were you the one who carried me back to the room? Why didn't you help me with a bath and get me changed? Sleeping in a gown is really uncomfortable. Now I know why I was haunted by nightmares."

He snorted. "How could I wash you up when you were deep asleep like a pig? You might drown yourself in the bathtub."

"That wouldn't happen since you were there. Besides, I know how to swim."

Once again, his lips twitched at her prideful comment. "Wow, you are so talented."

"Of course! Otherwise, how could I possibly establish such a huge training center without talent? Speaking of it, I do miss that place. My dream is to expand the business with franchises throughout the whole country."

He replied nonchalantly, "If you still have the luxury of time after taking over Parker Corporation, you can continue the business. Interest classes have become a rage these years. I'm sure you'll do fine."

Kendall nodded approvingly as she knew she had to take things slow right now. Rushing wouldn't do her any good because she had not indulged in business management in her previous life. After rebirth, she had to be independent to sustain her family's business, even if she had her capable husband by her side. More so, the best revenge is to be the enemies' karma itself.

"Hubby, are you tired?"

Dylan was staring at her so intensely that embarrassment sat on her brows. "It must be tiring for you to support my weight. I'm quite heavy."

"You are heavy."

Then, she punched him lightly before giving him a surprise kiss on the lips. She smiled at him sweetly. "Here's your morning kiss."

It wasn't until the glint in his eyes dimmed that she realized that she was playing with fire. Hastily, she rolled over and tried to prop him up with a smile. "Come. It's time to get up now."

However, he shoved her hands away with a rigid face. "I can get up on my own."

"Fine then." She watched him rise from the bed before he walked slowly toward the wheelchair.

"Hubby, I think your steps are steadier today. You marched an extra step too."

"You know how many steps I can usually take?"

Kendall brushed her hair in front of the dresser while answering, "Of course, I do. You usually take three steps at most, but your face will be as pale as a sheet with a sweat-drenched back. You took four whole steps just now."

Dylan opened his mouth, attempting to say something, but nothing escaped his lips. Still, he couldn't deny the warmth he felt in his heart.

After she tied her hair, she turned to see the man who was gazing deeply at her. She flashed a pristine smile. "Dylan, how do I look? Are you proud to see your pretty wife after she dolled herself up?"

He pushed himself to grab some clothes for her as his gruff voice echoed against the wall. "But you did nothing I can be proud of."

"I will, someday."

"We'll see."

Right then, he tossed the clothes to Kendall, who was agile enough to catch them. "Dylan, if you're going to be a considerate man, act like one, please."

"Considerate? You reeked of alcohol, and it's stifling. You shouldn't drink that much. Cut it down next time."

"I'm a heavy drinker. I can down a thousand glasses without getting drunk."

Then, she heard him snort sarcastically, and red perfused her cheeks. He was completely aware of her alcohol tolerance since he did a thorough background check on her. She was nowhere near able to drink a thousand glasses of alcohol. Not even close.

When she was in the shower, Dylan moved to her dresser and took a seat in front of the mirror. Following that, he took a piece of paper and a pen before starting to write.

Ten minutes had passed, and she came out of the shower. "Dylan, what are you writing?"

He didn't try to cover it up as he allowed the curious Kendall to peek at the written content.

'Gift List'

The two words piqued her curiosity and interest to the maximum level. "Dylan, who are you giving presents to? 'Mansion, jewelry… That many? But why isn't there a premium car?'"