Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 496

Toddy didn't dare to take a gamble after being threatened by his boss.

He, too, had missed Emma throughout the ten days she was in Eastfort with Kendall.

It wasn't that the two didn't talk on the phone during that time.

However, he could tell from how cold her tone was that she didn't wish to converse with him.

From his realization, he felt it was hard to talk to her over the phone.

And that was how Toddy decided to bite the bullet and come here with Dylan.

On the other hand, this was the couple's first separation after marriage. Although the separation time was only ten days, it felt like seasons had passed for the couple very much still in love.

Ten days felt like thirty years to them!

Dylan poured all his longing for Kendall into his deep kiss.

Kendall knew that he was cold on the outside and warm on the inside, but every time they kissed before today, she was usually the one who would tease him.

Now that Dylan was in control, she was absolutely weak against his relentless kisses.

When she was almost out of breath, he finally moved his lips away reluctantly. His dark eyes which shone brightly when he stared at her made her heart flutter.

The way he ogled at her like he wanted to swallow her right up fueled the fire in her as her heart trembled. She, too, wanted to have her way with him right this instant.

Still, the married couple was sensible enough not to act on their desires.

They were at the Ford Residence after all.

Not only that, there were a lot of people watching them from near and far.

Dylan's thumb landed on Kendall's moist, red lips, and as he gently stroked them, his eyes were filled with tenderness. "Kendall." His voice was hoarse and gentle as he murmured, "I could die from missing you."

She nuzzled her cheek against his thick and big palm. She then grabbed his hand and looked at him. "I missed you very much too. I think about you all the time."

Hearing that, Dylan let a small smile show, only to pull her into another crushing embrace again the next second.

Neither of them said anything as they quietly clung to each other. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Everyone around them only looked on without interfering.

At that moment, it felt as though Kendall and Dylan were the only ones in the world.

Dylan finally let go after a while.

"Mr. Ford and everyone else is waiting over there, Dylan. Let's go," Kendall suggested as she laced her fingers with Dylan's.

Dylan hummed in reply before he added, "Kendall, I prefer hearing you call me your hubby."

"Hubby."

"Mm."

"Hubby, honey, darling! I will call you that daily if you like it. I will keep calling even if you grow sick of it someday!"

Dylan pulled their clasped hands closer to his mouth, and his warm lips soon pecked on the back of her hand. "I will never get sick of it."

Hearing that brought a smile to Kendall's face.

After the young couple expressed their heartfelt love to each other, and they finally stopped cooing at each other, everyone else started moving again.

Eric held his son in his arms and led his cousin, his cousin's wife, and some other people who insisted on staying at the Ford Residence to take a closer look at Dylan.

Toddy, who was pushing the wheelchair, also brought a group of bodyguards and followed the couple.

Dylan had been walking for a while now.

Out of worry that he would be exhausted, Kendall still had Toddy push the wheelchair over so that she could wheel Dylan.

Scott finally wiggled out of his father's hold then. When he succeeded, he hopped toward Dylan like a chick. "Mr. Dylan!"

Dylan turned to complain to his beloved wife, "Look at the brat trying to take my wife away from me."

"Scott is just a three-year-old!" Kendall chuckled.

"No matter how old he is, he is male that isn't your family. You can't be so nice to men from other families."

Dylan knew that the boy might have been far earlier, but he had seen how that little brat clung to his wife's body. Fortunately, Eric was smart enough to peel that boy off, preventing him from disturbing the couple's reunion.

"Let's have a daughter someday. You know what they say about daughters being their father's lover in their past life. That way, you won't get jealous and try to fight with our child for my attention!" Kendall huffed.

"Daughters are great. They are a rarity in our family. The reward for giving birth to a daughter is 500 million. Darling, let's have tons of daughters. We can make more money that way."

"Pfft! As if you need more money. The one thing you have the most is money. I do want a daughter, but it seems like it would align more with the stars for us to have a son."

"We must have a daughter," Dylan then added. "I like daughters. Also, I have a feeling our first child will be a girl. She will look like you, and she will be chubby and soft. I know she will be adorable."

Kendall froze when Dylan unknowingly described her baby from her past life.

Her baby was like the deepest thorn in her heart.

Even after Kendall was reborn, she reversed the situation and did not allow herself to be involved in the tragedy of her previous life. She didn't want to let the baby suffer the pain of falling to death. However, her actions were a sign that their mother-daughter fate had ended in her previous life.

As much as she missed her baby, she was glad that her child wouldn't have to go through the pain it went through.

She believed that the baby could be reborn into a good family and have parents who loved her.

There was a high possibility of her and Dylan's child… to be a boy.

And if she was right, that meant that her baby hadn't come back to her.

Why would my baby come back to a useless woman who couldn't even protect her… Regardless of whether it was going to be a boy or a girl, the thought of having a baby again was painful for her.

When Dylan hadn't gotten a reply, he turned to look at Kendall, only to see the sadness in her eyes.

He quietly patted her hand which was pushing his wheelchair. Seeing that she had come back to her senses, he calmly commented, "Kendall, what is meant for us will come to us."

Whatever will be, will be.

She only smiled bitterly in response.

"Mr. Dylan!" Right then, Scott came tottering over before he climbed up Dylan's thigh like a monkey. As he made himself comfortable on Dylan's lap, he lifted his handsome face and whined adorably. "You are finally here, Mr. Dylan. I missed you so much!"

Dylan tapped him on his forehead. "Boy, do you know where the sun will rise from tomorrow?"

Scott automatically chirped, "From the east! My teacher told us that the sun always rises from the east."

He might be young, but he was already a kindergarten student. It would be his last school year once the summer break was over.

He would learn a lot of things then, and no adult would be able to take advantage of him anymore!

"The sun will come up from the west tomorrow," Dylan suddenly corrected him.

"Why?"

"Because of you, boy."

The child only blinked in confusion. "Me? Why me, Mr. Dylan?"

"The sun will rise from the west if there ever comes a day when you miss me."

Scott continued to gawk at him until he eventually understood what Dylan meant. His face then turned solemn as he complained, "You are insulting me, Mr. Dylan! You are doubting my feelings!"

"Oh my, and now you are losing your temper with me!" Dylan continued to tease the child. "When have you ever missed me? You have only missed Miss Parker. You might have even thought of letting out a few dogs to bite me when you heard that I was on my way for Miss Parker. You say you miss me, but you don't feel that way at all. I can read minds, you know. I know what you are thinking."