Love Knows No Bounds

Chapter 272

Kendall soon pushed Dylan into the bedroom.

"Dylan, do you want to shower first, or should we take one together?"

He remained silent for a moment, and looked up at her before he asked her in a serious tone, "Kendall, I am asking you one last time. Are you sure you have thought it through? It is not too late if you decide against it . I am willing to wait until the wedding. "

Dylan had been holding back from the time he stayed a monk until now. He didn't mind just a few more months of waiting.

"Dylan." Kendall replied in an equally serious voice, "I won't regret it. For you, I will never have regrets."

She didn't regret marrying him when she didn't know the truth and thought that he was impotent.

Now that she found out he could indeed function like a normal male, there was no way she could be regretting anything.

He only spoke again after staring at her for a long time. "I won't stop even if you tell me to stop later."

With her cheeks flushed, she muttered, "It is fine as long as I can get up tomorrow and ride with you at the horse farm."

His handsome face turned red as well when he heard her words. "I will let you take the reins," he breathed.

Upon hearing his words, she quietly peeked at his legs and boasted, "So be it. You think I can't handle a little riding?"

Dylan was at a loss for words as he grumbled, "Am I a horse to you?"

"H-How would I dare treat you like a horse?"

The couple were both actually nervous.

It was a good thing that Kendall was a thick-skinned person. With her teasing, the feeling of helplessness and tension between the couple quickly disappeared.

One of them was married and had a child in her previous life, whereas the other often had dreams about becoming one with a woman whose features he couldn't make out.

Everything seemed to fall into place for the couple whose feelings for each other ran deep.

Kendall soon fell asleep from exhaustion.

Dylan, however, looked at the woman in his arms with a complicated expression. He couldn't hide his surprise. This woman who had just become his wife, in all ways possible, had actually overlapped with the figure of the woman in his dream.

The familiar feeling was all he needed to confirm that Kendall was the woman in his dreams.

Amos had guessed that Kendall was her, but Dylan had denied it back then.

It turned out they were the same person after all.

"Kendall, we really were connected by a dream."

Dylan found himself lamenting about the wonders fate did.

It was all because of that tortuous and bizarre dream that Kendall changed her mind and gave up on Jackson and wanted to marry Dylan instead. She even forced the latter into the marriage.

And the woman in Dylan's dreams who had tortured him for so long was Kendall after all. In this case, he didn't have to worry about Kendall being jealous if she were to find out some day.

Lowering his head, Dylan pressed a kiss on her face and humed softly, "Goodnight, honey. Sweet dreams."

He then hugged her and closed his eyes.

Drowsiness soon came and clouded his head. It only took a while for him to fall asleep as well.

He still had a dream after he fell asleep.

It was the same old dream, the only difference was that he could now see the face of the woman in the dream. She was none other than Kendall.

In addition to being able to see her face clearly, there was new content in his dream tonight.

In the past, all he knew was that he was like a hungry wolf who relentlessly pestered the woman whose features he couldn't see.

But after tonight, he finally found out that the him in the dream had been set up by someone.

That would explain why he would act so out-of-control to the point where even he didn't believe that he was looking at himself.

A man with strong self-control like Dylan rarely went out of his mind like that.

It would make sense if it was because he had fallen for someone's scheme.

Kendall, who was drunk, seemed to be muttering someone's name.

Dylan tried his best in his dream to listen to what she was saying, and he could hear the word 'Jack'.

He suddenly woke up from his dream then.

As his eyes shot open and he looked around the familiar surroundings, he started recalling his dream and arranging his thoughts.

After he was set up, someone sent the drunk Kendall to his bed, and everything that should happen next happened.

Even though she was drunk, she was still mumbling the name of the man she loved when 'that' happened.

Jack?

It is definitely Jackson Whittle!

Dylan remembered that Kendall had told him about the dream she had. In the dream, she went with Jackson to some kind of social engagement. Later, she got drunk and when she woke up, she noticed that she was in a hotel. Jackson happened to come out of the bathroom then.

Because of that, she thought that she had done the deed with Jackson under the influence of alcohol.

That was also the reason she happily got married to Jackson.

Dylan could connect this story with the dream he had earlier.

Even though it was just a dream, he was still upset about it.

He was upset about how when Kendall was writhing underneath him, the name she was calling out was Jackson's.

Still, Dylan was glad that it was just a dream. He would have torn Jackson into a million pieces otherwise.

Just let Jackson try and see what would happen if he were to touch Dylan's woman.

Hold up.

Kendall did say that she later became pregnant and gave birth to a lovely daughter in her dream. She

always thought that her daughter was Jackson's, but the man had told her that he had never touched her.

Which means that Kendall's daughter is… mine!

Dylan's face instantly turned pale when realization hit him. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

If it wasn't for her losing her virginity to him tonight, he would have believed that everything was real.

He remembered that time she painfully cried for her baby that one time when she had a nightmare. She must have cried out like that when her child was dropped to death by Kelly and Jackson.

The baby was the most important thing to Kendall.

She said that the reason she changed her mind about marrying Jackson and deciding to marry Dylan instead after she woke up from a nightmare was to repay the latter's kindness.

She said that Dylan had helped her by personally bringing her and the child to the hospital when she was running there.

The regretful thing was that the baby wasn't saved in the end.

With the lifeless body in her arms, she stumbled out of the hospital and onto the road, where she was hit by a car. The baby's body was sent flying. She still wanted to pick up and hold the baby after she herself had fallen to the ground. She wanted to die with her child.

Apparently, it was Dylan's bodyguard who helped her carry the child's body and placed it in her arms...

That baby was my baby!

Dylan's face only further fell when he connected the dots.

Just who was it that caused that kind of tragedy?

There was no way Jackson and Kelly had what it took to pull something like that.

Who was the mastermind?

There was Frank as well, but why would he also dream about sharing a bed with Kendall? And even have dreams about the baby being his daughter?

Dylan's mind fell into a mess again then.

Is the child mine or Frank's?

The confused man was no longer sleepy, so he got up quietly and went out of the bedroom with slow steps. He then sat down on the couch in the small living room.

He also took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer under the coffee table. He proceeded to smoke one cigarette after another.

Leaning into the couch, he blew out a puff of smoke into the air.

The dream and reality didn't match, but they were interconnected.

He thought that the dreams they had were going to happen, but now that Kendall had forcibly changed it, the reality no longer conformed to the dream.

She might not have a baby in real life, but Dylan was dying to know if the child from her dream was him or Frank's.

Also, who was the one who tried to frame him and even involved Frank in this?

"Dylan," Kendall's tired voice rang out, giving the man, who was puffing on a cigarette, a fright. He accidentally touched the hot end of the cigarette with his finger, which prompted him to loosen his hold. The cigarette then fell on the floor.