Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 187

Chapter 187

"Tell me what you did this morning. Did you do what I told you not to? You said that I'm your husband and you're minding my business for my health. Just the same, for your safety, I have to keep you in check as I'm your husband. How many times have I told you that you're not allowed to drive? You were speeding again. It felt good, didn't it?"

Kendall was quiet as she wondered if her husband had the all-seeing eye or supersonic hearing. How did he find out that she was speeding again?

Of course it feels good to speed, she thought, but didn't dare to say it out loud.

"Master Dylan," she called in a soft, gentle tone.

"It's useless even if you call me your grandpa."

"My grandpa has passed away for many years. I don't want to call you that because I want you to live a long life so you won't go so quickly to join him."

Dylan didn't know whether he should laugh or cry at her answer, thinking that she had a really glib tongue.

"My men were following Yasmin Zorn."

Startled, she moved out of his embrace and wore a stony expression on her petite face. With her almond-shaped eyes as big as golf balls and filled with jealousy, she questioned him, "Dylan Coleman, did you send men to follow Yasmin Zorn to protect her? I'm your wife, so why didn't you send someone to protect me instead? I get it now. In the past, you were interested in her, but you had an accident before you could confess your feelings for her. After that, because you didn't want to drag her down, you ignored her completely in order to force her to give up on you. Am I right? You're the type of person who likes to make arrangements in the dark. That must have been the case. Say something, Dylan! I don't care who you loved before this, but you have to stay faithful to me after we're married because I will definitely not share a man with another woman. I find it disgusting!"

Dylan waited until she was finished lashing out at himself before saying helplessly, "Can't you let me finish before you get jealous? You're like the green-eyed monster now."

Of course, he was delighted that she was jealous because it meant that she cared about him.

In a huff, Kendall snapped, "Fine, tell me. I would like to hear how you're going to explain yourself."

It was not surprising how he found out that she was speeding. His men were watching over Yasmin, and she was chasing after her all the way.


"I did it for you." Gently, he explained it to her, "Yasmin is too bossy, and she's used to being arrogant. She must have found out that I asked Laura to design clothes for you, hasn't she? And she went to mess with you, right? I was afraid that she'd harm you, and that was why I sent someone to follow her. As to why I didn't send anyone to follow you, that's because I didn't want you to get the wrong idea and think that I was keeping a surveillance on you. If I wanted to know what you're doing everyday, I can find out easily, but I didn't do that because I know that you don't like it. So, I respect you and give you lots of freedom."

In an instant, all of Kendall's anger dispersed.

If Dylan really arranged someone to follow her, she would feel that he was watching her and wouldn't feel free at all, and she had to admit that he really knew her very well. In addition, he was very considerate and understanding.

"Alright, I've made myself clear. So tell me now: How should I punish you?" The next second, he changed his tone and sounded very strict.

"How about writing a ten-thousand-word apology?"

"Have you handed in the one from the last time?"

"I-I'll hand in two pieces this time, okay?"

Helpless against her, he pulled her back into his arms again and said dotingly, "Promise me, Kendall—don't speed again. There's no room for regrets if something really happened. Let the driver drop you off anywhere you want to go. I'll ask Amos to hire a driver who is always on standby for you. Anytime you step out of the company, the car will be waiting for you."

"Okay." She agreed. "I'm sorry, Master Dylan. I didn't mean to do this, but I just couldn't help it."

To that, Dylan could understand because he would take his car for a ride in the suburbs once in a while before he was paralyzed.

"Master Dylan."

"Yes?"

"I offended two people today. What should I do?"

Snuggling in his arms, Kendall took in the sweet scent of him and listened to the steady beating of his heart, looking as though she had caused a big trouble.

"Who did you offend? Yasmin? Didn't you already offend her a long time ago?"

"There's also Krystal Caddel," she answered and told him everything that had happened.

"I'm not the troublemaker, but they're too much of a bully, and Yasmin keeps messing with me. Master Dylan, this is all your fault. If it weren't because you're too outstanding and have so many girls head over heels in love with you, they wouldn't have made things difficult for me. Yasmin is too much as well. She doesn't even want… She already gave up on you, but she doesn't allow other girls to be close with you."

Chuckling, he said, "Okay, it's my fault. I'm the one who got my wife into trouble. Please forgive me, wifey."

"Master Dylan, will you call me wifey a few more times?"

It feels so sweet! she thought.

And Dylan didn't disappoint her, either. In his deep, husky voice, he called her 'wifey' several times, which made her smile as bright as the sun outside; like a ray of light, it brightened up his entire world.

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