Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 429

Dylan scoffed and stomped back into the office.

Kendall rushed after him and closed the door behind her.

At last, Emma was free to chuckle out loud.

She was genuinely envious of their relationship. President Coleman's such a cold and unapproachable man, and Kendall's the only one he treats so gently.

It was hard for others not to be envious of Kendall when she was Dylan's only exception.

Meanwhile, Dylan sat down on the couch in the office.

Kendall came over and sat down beside him. She held the box of pastries out in front of him, gazing at him with gorgeous sparkling eyes, which looked like shining stars in the night.

She had a pleasant smile on her face as she opened the box and said, "Darling, I bought you a box of your favorite pastries. They're still warm. Here, try some."

Dylan snorted. "I didn't even know I had a favorite type of pastry. How did you know?"

"Your favorite type of pastry is those I buy for you," Kendall replied with a winning smile.

He stared at her evenly for a moment before flicking his finger against her forehead. He glanced down at the box of pastries before looking back into her fluttering eyes. "You gave these to Miss Finley first before giving them to me."

"That's not true. I bought them for you. Emma's box was just an afterthought, plus her desk is outside, so I gave them to her first before bringing yours to you. That way, I won't have to make two trips. Darling, you can't possibly bear seeing me tire my legs out, right?"

Dylan said nothing. At last, he flicked her forehead again, but a lot more affectionately this time, as he said, "You always know how to come up with all sorts of weird logic. I can't win against you."

"That's not true, either. You're just letting me win. I'm the one who can't possibly win against you. My hubby's the best! You dote on me the most and indulge in my every whim regardless of when, where, or why. I must've done some pretty good deeds in my previous, previous life to be so lucky as to marry the amazing Dylan Coleman in this life."

She had said 'previous, previous life' because, well, her previous life had been a terrible one, so there was no way she could've gotten lucky from it.

The fact she could redo her life and change the outcome this time had to be credited to the luck she garnered two lives ago.

"Okay, that's enough. I'm not mad, nor am I jealous. You don't need to butter me up on purpose."

Dylan took a piece of pastry and gave it a taste. It was a little sweet, but he could still handle it. Any sweeter, and he wouldn't even be able to swallow a single bite.

After taking a mouthful, he fed the rest to Kendall.

She started munching as she pouted. "You bit into this already."

Dylan's eyes flickered darkly. Kendall sensed that his gaze was a little fiery as he murmured by her ear, "Are you turning your nose up at it because I bit into it first?"

"Of course not. If you're feeding me something you already bit into, it means we're sharing an indirect kiss."

Dylan wanted to laugh, but instead, he chose to pull her into his arms and give her a proper kiss.

"You followed Dad out to a business meeting, right? How did it go?"

"They're still considering it. Dad says he wants me to follow up on this. He hopes that I'll be able to close the deal."

I have to do a good job and try my best to close the deal so that the others in the company will see me in a different light, Kendall told herself.

"If there's anything you don't know, feel free to ask me."

"Oh, definitely. I won't hold back at all."

Dylan chuckled and stroked her head.

"Dylan—"

"Oh? I'm not angry anymore, so you don't have to call me darling anymore, hm?"

Kendall immediately switched it up. "Darling, I think your family's going to hear about what happened at noon today. Frank, that *sshole, must've done it on purpose, and I'm afraid something big is about to happen soon."

Dylan's eyes grew cold.

Everyone could tell Frank had done it on purpose.

However, Frank had indeed wanted to confess his feelings to Kendall. He was far too obsessed with her.

"I'm here. You don't need to be afraid of anything!" Dylan consoled his beloved wife.

"I'm not afraid. I'm just scared you'll end up fighting with your family because of me. Darling, whenever I encounter something that's well within my means to deal with, don't get involved on my behalf, okay? The more protective you are of me, the more Grandma and the others detest me. They would feel as if I'd stolen you away from them."

Dylan didn't respond to her. Instead, he grabbed her chin and bit down on her lips.

Kendall gasped in pain.

Soon, her lips began to swell up—a sign of just how hard he had bitten down on them. Any harder, and her lips would've started bleeding.

"You're my wife. You married me and stayed with me in my house, which was a completely foreign place to you. You had no one to rely on but me. If I don't protect you, who would? If I don't protect you, you wouldn't be able to survive in this family.

"Haven't you heard? Married women who want to hold their heads up high in front of their mother-in-law either have to be strong themselves or come from a powerful maiden family. Your family isn't powerful enough, and you're not strong enough on your own right now, so your only choice is to rely on me, your husband.

"Your parents raised you all these years and groomed you to be a talented young lady. They had given you just as much love and nurture as my family did to me, but you had to leave your family when you married me. You moved into my house and treated my parents as if they were your own. I owe my parents for raising me, but you owe them nothing, yet you still treat them so well out of love for me.