Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 309

"Lady Parker is mine! When I grow up, I want to be her hus—"

Eric covered his son's mouth in a swift movement, stopping him from blurting those naive words of his.

Even if his son were only three years old, Dylan would consider him a man.

And Dylan would regard his son as his rival in love because of that!

"Master Dylan, Scott likes your wife a lot. You know how kids are. They think everything they like should belong to them. So I hope you won't be bothered by his words."

Dylan's lips quirked into a half-smile. "Mr. Ford, am I a three-year-old kid in your eyes?"

"Of course not. Master Dylan, you are brave and intelligent. Although I have never met you before, I've heard many stories about you, and I must say that I admire you a lot."

Eric, who was usually a man of few words, went out of his way to compliment Dylan excessively for the sake of his son.

Dylan laid his eyes on Scott, who had his mouth muffled by his father, not knowing what social faux pas he had made and smiled. "Your son is gifted. Nurture him well, and he will become someone great."

Dylan was trying to say that Scott would grow up and become someone assertive.

However, that had nothing to do with him.

That would be a problem that Scott's other half should worry about.

At the thought that Kendall had a dream that they would have a beautiful daughter…

Dylan instantly became unhappy at that thought because he would not allow Scott to have a chance with his daughter.

At this moment, he decided that he would ban Scott from his place once his daughter was born.

If Kendall were here, she would probably tell Dylan that he was thinking too far ahead and that his plan would only be relevant if they had a daughter in the first place!

…

"Scott, you should eat more. It can help you to become healthier and stronger so you won't get sick often." Kendall kept placing food onto Scott's plate.

Suddenly, Dylan pushed a bowl in front of her.

She looked at the huge hand that pushed the bowl over first before her gaze trailed up the person's arm, and finally, her eyes met Dylan's dark ones. She blinked, expressing her confusion.

On the other hand, Eric immediately understood what was going on and subtly pulled the chair that Scott was sitting on closer to himself, distancing Scott from Kendall.

Dylan looked displeased, but his tone was filled with jealousy. "Honey, my bowl is empty."

Kendall took a look at the bowl and saw that it was indeed empty.

She quickly took his bowl and filled it with soup. "Dylan, this soup is tasty and nutritious. You should drink more of it."

Dylan looked at the soup in his bowl, pursing his lips as he compared it with the pile of food on Scott's plate. So be it. It's better than having nothing at all.

Therefore, he didn't say anything as he picked up his spoon and drank the soup while looking at Scott.

The young boy who was enjoying his food finally realized that something was not right when Dylan stared at him that way.

His gaze flickered between his father, then at Dylan again. When he noticed that Dylan was staring at his plate, he looked down at his plate that was filled with food that Kendall had given him.

He found them to be extra delicious today.

"Mr. Dylan, these are all mine." The little kid was protective over his food and he was unwilling to share even a little with Dylan.

He even moved his plate further away, thinking that Dylan would not take his food if he did that.

Dylan's face remained expressionless while he stared at Scott.

Eric felt so awkward he wanted someone to save him from this predicament.

Meanwhile, Kendall was taken aback by the scene playing before her. I can't believe Dylan is fighting over my attention with a three-year-old kid!

She quickly placed some food, which was a little bit of everything, into Dylan's plate.

When his plate was piled with food, too, and his expression turned better, she finally stopped. Oh dear, what shall I do with this man?

After dinner, Eric felt that he had overstayed his welcome and insisted on leaving with Scott.

"Mr. Ford, your private plane is still parked at my company. Let me get Henry to send the both of you there."

Kendall asked them to stay longer out of courtesy, but seeing that Eric insisted on leaving earlier, she said nothing else.

"Thanks, Young Mistress Coleman."

Eric put an emphasis on how he addressed Kendall, and from his peripheral vision, he captured the delight that flashed across Dylan's face.

Kendall made arrangements for Henry to send Eric and Scott to Parker Corporation so they could leave on their private plane.

After the Fords left, Kendall supported her cheek with one hand as she stared at Dylan's attractive side profile blatantly.

"Are you full?"

"Yeah."

Dylan kept away his cutlery. "What a coincidence. I am too."

Then, he pulled her over, his movements harsh yet gentle, ensuring she would not be hurt or fall in the process. Even if she did fall, it would only be into his embrace.

Kendall, who was pulled into his embrace, circled her arms around his neck automatically. She lifted her head to look up at him, and her lush, red lips were right before him.

Her breath fanned his cheeks while her gaze was seductive.

It would be a waste if he did nothing when she looked at him this way.

Finally, he lowered his head and locked his lips with hers.

After a passionate kiss, he whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse, "You cannot treat other men so nicely when I am around next time!"

"Scott is just a kid. He's not a man yet."

"He's male, so he's a man. There are only two types of people in this world, men and women."

His words rendered Kendall speechless.

"When your man is right in front of you, you just need to focus on treating him well. Other men have other people to look after them."