Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 244

This was the second consecutive morning Dylan woke up without dreaming about that dream.

He felt especially energized when he woke up.

When he reached out to the other side of the bed and realized that Kendall was not there, he immediately sat up from bed and called out, "Kendall?"

However, no reply came from anywhere in the room.

He then took his phone to check the time, which showed that it was just 6.50AM. His biological clock was accurate.

As it was summer, the sun had already risen, and had lit up the sky at this early hour.

He got out of bed, and was going to get his clothes when he saw his clothes neatly placed on the wheelchair. There was no doubt it was Kendall who helped him prepare them.

He seemed to fall into deep thought then before he walked over slowly and picked up the fresh laundry. She had even picked out his tie for him.

If his memory served him right, this was the necktie she gave him.

Seeing this made him chuckle softly. "Bossy, but I like it."

He had thought that she was a domineering person from the time she woke up after she committed suicide. Not only did she tear off his clothes, she even bit him and arrogantly asked him to marry her.

That was the quality that made her the perfect match for him.

After changing out of his pajamas, Dylan steered the wheelchair out of the room himself.

He was coincidentally greeted by the sight of Kendall hugging a bundle of flowers and walking toward him as soon as the door was opened.

Those were the blooming flowers she had harvested from their yard.

"Morning, Dylan!"

The sweet smile she flashed at him accompanied by the gentle greeting delighted the man.

His cold features then softened as the corners of his mouth curled upward. "Morning," he replied shortly.

"I saw the flowers blooming so beautifully, and I couldn't help but cut a few to put in the vase to brighten up the house," Kendall informed while she walked over.

"You are the co-owner of this house. You can do anything as you see fit as you like it."

The noble and cold Dylan had unknowingly embarked on the journey to becoming a henpecked husband.

Happiness started welling up inside Kendall after she heard his words.

She trimmed the stems and put different flowers into the vase, leaving some of the leaves as decoration. After she was done, she asked, "Dylan, does this look nice?"

"It does." The man whose eyes had been glued to her the whole time casually answered when he heard her question. "But you look nicer."

Turning around, she burst out laughing when she saw his solemn face.

"What a serious look for someone who is comparing me to a beautiful flower. It is not the right vibe, Dylan. But I am satisfied with it."

She knew just the kind of person he was.

It was near impossible to hear him saying something like this.

His sweet words weren't laced with tenderness, but they always managed to worm their way into her heart.

Kendall walked to Dylan and bent down before she put her arms around his neck. After kissing him on the cheek, she stood up straight and went to stand behind him. "Would you like to go out for a walk and then come back for breakfast? I made breakfast today."

The soup wasn't done simmering anyway, but it should be ready to serve by the time the couple came back from a walk.

"Let's take a stroll in our yard."

He couldn't bear to reject his beloved wife when she was so excited about it.

As she pushed him along with her outside, he reminded, "You don't have to do things yourself. We have so many employees at home. You could have slept a little more. You don't even have enough time to rest because of how busy you are nowadays."

It pained him how sleep deprived she must be to wake up so early in the morning after reaching home in the middle of the night.

"Since it is the weekend tomorrow, we can stay over at the horse farm. It is fine if I sleep a little less today. I can manage."

Kendall had made herself a whole cup of coffee.

What awaited her at work after her coffee was yet another busy day.

"I still remember how you said you wanted me to be independent when you had just brought me to live here."

And yet, Dylan was also the one who was against her cooking by herself.

The man pressed his lips together. "When did you hear me say that?"

Of course, his question was only met by Kendall's baffled silence.

The couple proceeded to leave the building.

The bodyguards who saw them respectfully greeted them, in which Kendall responded with a smile, and Dylan with that same old impassive expression on his face.

Although he didn't live in the main house which occupied the largest area in the mansion, the building he lived in was only second to the main house in terms of size. It wasn't a boring place to saunter around.

When they reached the backyard, Kendall pointed to the bottom of a few landscape trees and asked, "Dylan, can you build a swing there? I bet it feels comfortable to sit in a swing with the afternoon wind blowing in this kind of weather."

The area under the trees was a spacious and vibrantly green lawn. It would definitely make a nice scenery if potted flowers were placed around the lawn.

The man only looked to the direction she pointed at without a word.

Thinking that he didn't agree to her idea, she swiftly brought the conversation somewhere else.

After taking a stroll around the compound once, they only went into their home again when the soup was probably ready.

"I am going to bring our breakfast out. Let's eat in the house instead of going to the gazebo," Kendall suggested while heading into the kitchen.

She then brought out the breakfast she prepared before she spooned the soup she cooked for Dylan.