Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 27

"Why are you stammering? Did you bite your tongue?"

"Dylan, I'm a woman," Kendall muttered. "Do you think it's appropriate for me to help you take a bath?"

After snorting, Dylan rebuked, "You're my wife. Why would it be inappropriate?"

"Then… I'll do whatever you say," she happily agreed and continued to push him forward.

Noticing the defiant spring in her steps, he turned his head to look at her. She was clearly shocked in the beginning, but why was she suddenly happy?

Dylan told himself that this woman changed her mood faster than lightning, which made her as temperamental as him!

Once they arrived in the room, Kendall skipped into the bathroom to fill the bathtub for Dylan. When she thought about being able to watch a handsome man taking a bath, she couldn't help but hum happily.

Outside, Dylan frowned when he heard her humming inside the bathroom, so he pushed his wheelchair toward the bathroom door, where he saw Kendall grinning from ear to ear. Her smile reminded him of her happiness on the day they received their marriage certificate.

"Dylan, I finished filling up the bathtub."

Kendall gave Dylan a sweet smile while he quietly rolled his wheelchair into the bathroom.

As soon as he entered, he saw his wife having a different glint in her bright eyes while eagerly taking off his shirt.

"Dylan, you have such robust muscles."

While Kendall helped Dylan take off his shirt, she used the opportunity to realize her desire to touch Dylan's body.

Meanwhile, Dylan discovered that not only had he not scared her, it made him feel like he was at her mercy and allowed her to do whatever she wanted with him.

When her delicate hands fell on the top of his pants and were ready to take off his belt, Dylan grabbed her hands.

Her hands were soft and small, and they felt good.

Dylan told himself that he wasn't letting go because he didn't want her to take off his pants, not because he wanted to hold them.

"Dylan?"

After Dylan prevented her from removing his pants, Kendall looked at him in confusion.

"I'll take a bath by myself. You can go out." Then, Dylan released her hands and stated, "Close the door

on your way out."

"But Dylan, it would be difficult for you to bathe alone. Why don't you let me help you? We're married and have the closest relationship with each other, so you don't have to be embarrassed." After that, Kendall wanted to take off his pants again, but he was quick to grab her hands yet again.

Then, with a darkened face, he emphasized, "Kendall, I told you to go out!"

Withdrawing her hands, Kendall grunted forlornly and reluctantly left after closing the door behind her.

Once the door was closed, she covered her mouth and laughed. "Trying to play tricks on me?" Let's see who would be at a loss in the end!

When Dylan came out of the bathroom, Kendall was half lying on the bed while enjoying the fruit platter she was holding. She smiled when she saw him, and she asked, "Dylan, would you like some fruit?"

However, he ignored her and rolled his wheelchair over to the bed.

After putting the fruit platter on the bedside table, Kendall hopped off the bed and was about to help Dylan onto the bed but was rejected by him.

As she watched him get in bed with difficulty, she felt distressed. She then commented, "You have to keep doing physiotherapy and practice walking to have a quick recovery. You might get muscle atrophy if you keep sitting on your wheelchair."

Still ignoring her, Dylan lay down.

Pursing her lips, Kendall looked at him for about two minutes before shamelessly approaching him with a smile. "Dylan, are you still angry at me? I admit that I liked Jackson, but that was in the past. I don't like him anymore because I only like you." She touched Dylan's face and, under his glare, giggled while speaking sweetly, "Dylan, I know you don't like me, but that doesn't matter. I still have the rest of our lives to make you fall in love with me."

Finally, the man parted his lips to retort, "What a shameless person you are."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Dylan was speechless.

"Are we sleeping together tonight, Dylan?"

"I have no objections if you're willing to sleep on the floor."

After that, Dylan flipped on his side and showed his back to Kendall as he was unwilling to let her see the emotion on his handsome face.

He discovered that she was growing more unbridled, and he had actually started to pardon her actions, which was shocking because it had only been days since they got married.

Kendall giggled while she slid down the bed. "Dylan, wait for me. I'm going to take a bath. It won't be too long."

As Dylan listened to her words, he was rather speechless because the way she said it made it seem like they would be doing something later.

After Kendall took her clothes into the bathroom, Dylan flipped over and thought about it before propping himself up to get back into his wheelchair. Then, he pushed his wheelchair and left the room.

Thinking that she was about to sleep with the legend of Orapolis' business industry, Kendall was feeling rather happy. However, she was met with an empty bed and a missing husband when she came out of the bathroom.

"Are we not going to fight over the bed?" Sighing, Kendall muttered, "I'm not used to him giving up so quickly."

If Dylan heard what she was muttering, he would have been foaming at the mouth.

What a sly vixen!

…

Inside a dimly lit room, a man and a woman were making love in a large bed.

Instantly, Dylan sat up in bed, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

It was that dream again!

In recent months, he had been having the same dream where he was entangled with a woman while continuously doing the deed. However, it was a strange dream because he couldn't see the woman's face.

Dylan was certain that in his thirty-one years of living, he had never taken a woman so rampantly as he had in his dream.

Moreover, he couldn't figure out why a man who didn't like women and was still a virgin would repeatedly have the same dream. Was the dream a prophecy?

Afterward, Dylan reached for some tissues by his bedside table and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

Every time he woke up from that dream, he would sweat profusely and sometimes pant, as though the dream was real.

As he turned on the lights, he couldn't sleep anymore, so he arduously got down from bed and onto his wheelchair, and pushed it toward the study where he took out a rolled drawing from the study table drawer.

Then, he stretched the drawing to reveal a featureless portrait of a woman he drew according to his dream. As he had never seen the woman's features, he couldn't finish his drawing.

"Who are you, and why do you keep appearing in my dreams?" murmured Dylan.

This dream had been bugging him for a while and it even affected his sleep.

"I've never done anything lewd with another woman, so whoever you are, stop looking for me." Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Afterward, he rolled the drawing and stuffed it into his drawer.

Dylan sat at his study table for over ten minutes before returning to bed and forcing himself to sleep.

However, every time he closed his eyes, the scene from before would appear in his mind. For some unknown reason, it was like a stone being thrown at his calm heart, making it ripple.