Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 36

"What are you doing? Stop it!"

Kendall tried her best to stop the bodyguards, but her words were not heeded as they continued to remove her car tires.

This had to be on Dylan's orders. She was frantic, and after giving her car another anxious glance, she stomped her feet and ran back inside.

How was she supposed to drive if he asked those men to remove her car tires?

All she did was speed a little. Did he really have to punish her like this?

Furthermore, if he had not demanded her to be back before 12.00PM, she would not have had to speed.

After entering the compound, Kendall fumbled for a moment as she tried to figure out which way to go as the Coleman Mansion was far too big. There was a web of crisscrossing cement paths that led in multiple directions and the paths were all lined with trees and greenery. It was a giant maze, and anyone unfamiliar with it would have a hard time finding their way to the house in the middle.

Kendall tried her best to calm down and retrace the route she took when she came out. She might have been too caught up in her discontent with Dylan's orders as it felt like she lost all memory of the path she had taken. She could not recall anything at all.

Now that she was at her wit's end, she got out her phone and tried giving Dylan a call.

Thankfully, he was charitable enough to leave her with a number. At least, she had a way of seeking help at a time like this.

Dylan did not pick up her call.

However, Kendall did not give up, and on the sixth attempt, he finally answered his phone.

"Dylan," Kendall greeted in a small voice.

He did not respond.

"Dylan, I can't find my way in. Can you get someone to lead the way for me?"

No response again.

"Dylan…" Kendall's voice grew soft and pleading.

Perhaps her tone had been sweet enough to melt the iceberg of a man because he uttered coldly, "Stay where you are."

"Okay. Thank you, Dylan."

Dylan was the one who caused her predicament, but she still had to thank him.

Kendall was rather disgruntled, but she had no choice.

After all, she was the one living under his roof, so she had to be the one who gave in.

After hanging up the phone, Dylan called his butler over and instructed him, "Mr. Miller, go and lead the way for her. She doesn't remember her way in."

Amos nodded respectfully. "Alright."

Dylan was about to move away in his wheelchair when a thought occurred to him. He paused and instructed Amos again, "Mr. Luther will be coming over to do her hair. Once they're done, bring her around the compound and make her walk ten rounds so that she remembers the way. It's fine if she doesn't remember everything, but she must firmly remember the way out and her way back to me."

Amos nodded in acknowledgment. "Yes, Young Master Dylan."

He thought to himself, Young Mistress Kendall can't be blamed for losing her way.

The Coleman Mansion was enormous and covered with tree-lined paths that made it seem like a gigantic maze. Kendall had only just moved in, so it was only normal for her to still not know the way.

Every single person working at Coleman Mansion had also lost their way numerous times before finally committing it to memory.

Amos went out to lead Kendall back in, and under his guidance, Kendall soon found herself stepping into the house again.

She did not spot her husband inside, so she turned around and walked back out. Her best guess would be that Dylan was currently having his meal in the pavilion in the garden. It was a cool and shaded spot with an excellent view, and the serene environment suited him perfectly.

After spending some time with Dylan, Kendall pegged him for someone who wanted peace and quiet since his house was in a perpetual state of silence. All the staff seemed to walk around soundlessly. She often jumped in fright at their sudden appearance and secretly mused that they would fit right in at a haunted house.

When Kendall got to the pavilion, she saw that Dylan was indeed having his meal.

The smell of food was beginning to make her salivate.

"Hi, Dylan."

She made herself right at home as she took a seat at the table. When she saw an extra set of cutlery, she assumed that it was a spare and simply picked up the fork and spoon to start digging in.

Dylan glanced at her before taking another sip of his soup. His tone was indifferent as he said, "Who said you could take a seat? I told you that if you're going to stay here, you need to pull your own weight."

"I came back in a rush and didn't have the time to buy any groceries. Can't you treat me to a meal just this once? I'll make it up to you next time when I'm free."

Kendall ladled a bowl of soup for herself. Dylan really knew how to pamper himself as the table was laden with some of the most delicious food she had ever eaten.

After taking a few more bites, she suddenly remembered her reason for rushing back in. "Dylan, why did you get someone to remove the tires from my car?"

He did not even look at her as he retorted, "I couldn't stand the sight of your car tires, so I asked them to take the tires off. What's the matter? Do you have a problem with that?"

A problem? She had tons of problems!

"Dylan, I need a car to get around. What am I supposed to do if you take the tires off my car? Am I supposed to walk?"

Dylan looked up at her, and after a brief pause, he said, "We have drivers. If you have somewhere to be, just let Mr. Miller know. He's the one who brought you in just now, and he's my butler. You can inform him of your needs and he will see to them."

She would be courting danger if she continued driving at those speeds, and if she landed in a car accident, then it would very likely be fatal. Dylan did not want rumors about him being the cause of her misfortunes.

A speechless Kendall tried to protest. "Even if that's the case, you didn't need to remove my tires. That was a new car that my mother gave me."

"It sounds like you want me to make it up to you with a new car as well."

Dylan was staring at her with narrowed eyes and she shrunk back instinctively. His icy gaze was far too piercing and she felt like there was a sea of daggers aimed at her.

"You ruined my new car. Shouldn't you compensate me in some way?" Kendall drew back slightly, but she still spoke her mind defiantly. "You could ask those guys to put the tires back on my car."

His bodyguards had been very efficient, so she assumed that they had frequently changed tires. She even wondered who was the unlucky soul that Dylan had kept his eye on.

"Do you still want to get a free meal?" Dylan asked abruptly.

Kendall nodded.

"Are you done eating?"

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"Isn't this table of delicious food enough to keep your mouth busy?"

Kendall pursed her lips in aggravation, but she lowered her head and continued eating.

She was muttering under her breath as she ate, and while Dylan could not hear her clearly, he could guess that she must be venting her dissatisfaction with him.

No one brought up the topic of compensation again.

He was determined to not let Kendall drive anymore, and he could not be convinced otherwise no matter how hard she tried.

She had thought herself to be a pretty persuasive person, but she had never won against this husband of hers. He never said much, but he would always hit the nail on the head and make her back down.

What a cunning fox!

By the time the couple finished their lunch, they received word that Terence had arrived.

The bodyguards cleared the table.

Kendall went forward and pushed Dylan's wheelchair out of the pavilion. When she heard that Terence had come, she kept looking around for him. Dylan noticed her movements and turned around to ask, "Do you like Terence?"

"Nope. I like you, Dylan!"

Kendall was not foolish enough to step on this landmine.

In any case, she was telling the truth. She had no feelings toward Terence, but in her past life, she never got to make an appointment with him to do her hair. It was her lingering sense of regret that drove her to look around for him.

Dylan's temper was appeased by her declaration. He commented neutrally, "Not many people have the ability to convince Terence to make a house call."