Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 39
At the time, Dylan's younger brothers and cousins had all joined forces to protect the company's best interests, and they barely
managed to evade Frank's attempts to undermine the company.
Therefore, the Orapolis businessmen realized that if Dylan was gone, Frank would be the corporate giant in Orapolis, and no one
would be able to overthrow him from that position.
"I just... had that dream."
Dylan was a little frustrated. "I haven't had that dream for a while now, but that faceless woman popped up in my dream again
last night, so I ended up tossing and turning the whole night without being able to fall back to sleep."
This morning, he relied on coffee to keep him awake in order to continue working efficiently.
Amos was taken aback by what Dylan just told him.
He was Dylan's butler, and thus, Dylan trusted him enough to confide in him.
No one else knew about the dreams that tormented Dylan, but Amos did.
"You haven't had this dream for quite some time now, so why did it start again? Could it be that you've recovered, Young Master
Dylan?" Amos queried frantically.
Dylan shot him a glare.
Even Amos suspected him of not being able to perform...
Amos was still rather agitated. "Young Master Dylan, why don't you give it a try with Young Mistress Kendall?"
Immediately, Dylan flung the magazine at Amos.

However, Amos simply caught the magazine and suggested with a smile, "If you're not interested in Young Mistress Kendall,
shall I give Miss Laura a call then? I'm sure she'll be more than happy to give it a try with you."
Young Master Dylan has recovered his manhood!
Amos was in a tizzy over this.
"Mr. Miller, say one more word and I might cut your tongue off to feed the dogs!"
Dylan lectured him. "Don't you dare do anything without my permission. If Laura comes and harasses me, then you can marry
her and stay out of my sight for the rest of your life."
That was enough to scare Amos. He hurriedly promised, "I won't do anything without your permission, Young Master Dylan."
When Amos noticed that Dylan had calmed down a little, he spoke up again. "Young Master Dylan, could it be that Young
Mistress Kendall has something to do with the recurring dream? She came here yesterday, and that very night, you had the
dream again."
These words hit Dylan like a bolt of lightning.
He never thought that the dream would be related to Kendall.
Dylan did not marry her out of love.
Kendall had her motives for marrying him as well.
He knew perfectly well what she was thinking.
He just... decided to leave her be.
Even though Amos was the one who said it, he was also skeptical.

Dylan had never met Kendall before, and they had no prior connection, but Dylan's dreams were not a recent occurrence.
"It could be that Young Mistress Kendall is the only woman who is close to you, so it led to you having that dream again."
Amos was grasping at straws to support his previous statement.
Dylan waved his hand without saying anything, and Amos understood that Dylan did not want to discuss this any further.
In the end, Dylan did not take an afternoon nap. Instead, he waited for Kendall to come out of the salon.
Terence truly deserved the reputation he had as a hairstylist. All he did was a few snips here and there, but it was enough for
Dylan to see Kendall in a whole new light. The moment he saw her, he realized that his wife was truly a mesmerizing beauty.
"What do you think, Dylan?"
Kendall herself was pretty pleased with the results. She stood in front of Dylan and asked for his opinion.
When Dylan saw the genuine smile on her face and the sparkle dancing in her expectant eyes, he felt a surge of emotion inside
him. It was the feeling of being needed by someone.
Even so, his expression remained neutral as he nodded and said coolly, "Looks fine."
Kendall's joy was quickly dispelled by those two words of his, but after giving it some thought, she was in a blissful mood again.
After all, Dylan had a biting tongue and it was rare for him to say anything remotely nice, so "looks fine" was high praise if it
came from him.
It dawned on Dylan that he liked to see the way she was right now. She looked like the cat that caught the canary, or perhaps a
mouse who found some cheese.
He soon made the connection to the two little mice that she had given him last time.

"Do you like pets?" Dylan asked all of a sudden.
Kendall blinked for a moment before saying, "Is it okay for me to raise a pet here? I have a pair of Ragdoll cats at my mother's
house."
If he was okay with it, then she would bring her cats over to raise them by her side.
Terence wanted to reply. Anyone familiar with Dylan would know that he despised furry animals and would never allow any pets
in his house. He might very well tear the entire Coleman Mansion apart if he saw any cat or dog fur lying around the house.
Alice had quite a few pets, but she never dared to bring them to her brother's house.
"No cats. I'll give you some other animal to raise as a pet."
Kendall exclaimed with a grin, "Really? Which animal?"
"A hamster."
Kendall was speechless.
Dylan stood up from the couch, and both Amos and Terence went forward to help him into the wheelchair.
His bodyguards came over in a flash.
Ronnie began pushing Dylan toward the door, and Kendall was rooted in the same spot as she watched them leave.
When Dylan reached the door, he tapped on his wheelchair and the bodyguards came to a halt at once.
He turned around to see Kendall still standing where he had left her, so he said, "Come and see me off."
Kendall was startled for a moment before she stepped forward quickly. The bodyguard moved aside for her, and she slid into
place behind Dylan's wheelchair and began pushing him out the door.

The sight of this left Terence in deep thought.
"Dylan, are you really going to give me a hamster?"
Kendall was not fond of hamsters. She liked her Ragdoll cats; if she was not allowed to raise cats, she did not mind raising a
Maltese either. Basically, she liked both cats and dogs.
"What's the matter? You don't like them?"
Kendall was honest about it. "I don't like hamsters. I like cats and dogs."
"I don't allow cats and dogs where I live. They have too much fur."
"Hamsters are furry too."
"They're in a cage."
So he's a clean freak, Kendall complained in her head.
When Dylan did not hear Kendall's response, he twisted around and looked up at her. "I'm already a lot more generous than
you."
All she gave him were a pair of handmade little mice that had no value to them.
Kendall did not know what to say.
You could've rejected the gift if you didn't like that they're not worth anything.
Dylan's car was already waiting at the front entrance with the door open.
The bodyguards were lined up in front of it like two rows of soldiers.

Kendall stood aside and watched how the bodyguards skillfully helped Dylan into the car before hauling his wheelchair in as well.
"Kendall," Dylan called out to her.
"Yes, Dylan?" Kendall came close and asked with a brilliant smile.
A large hand reached out to her.
Kendall's eyes swept over the hand and up at its owner in puzzlement.
After a moment of hesitation, she reached out and shook his hand.
Dylan's expression darkened.
Did she get the wrong idea?
Kendall hurriedly pulled her hand back and put on a sweet smile. "Dylan, I'm a little slow on the uptake. Could you please
enlighten me about what you're trying to do?"
What did he mean by extending his hand out to her, if not for a handshake?
She did not get it at all.
He had a mouth! Could he not just tell her what he wanted?