Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 18

"Who hit you?" Dylan asked in a deep voice. "Was it her or your father?" He shot Kelly a cold glare before taking a glance at Kelly's hands. He was contemplating whether to chop off one or both of Kelly's arms—how dare she lay hands on my woman! She probably doesn't want to live anymore, huh!

No matter how much he disliked Kendall, she was still his wife. He was the only one who had the right to touch her. Kelly's face turned pale when she saw the way Dylan was staring at her. "I didn't hit her, Master Dylan. She was the one who hit me. Look—my face is swollen because she hit me. She even kicked me."

Dylan's expression remained calm and stern—it was as if he wasn't puzzled by the fact that Kendall had hit someone. "I was the one who hit Kendall to teach her a lesson, Master Dylan. This has got nothing to do with Kelly. Ever since Kendall came home, Kelly has always treated her like a precious younger sister," Adam spoke honestly.

Kendall couldn't help but smirk after hearing her father's words. There was a hint of mockery on her face, and Dylan immediately noticed it, although she had quickly returned to her neutral expression. "Kendall is your biological daughter, President Parker. Therefore, I have no right to comment or meddle in your business if you'd like to teach her a lesson. You're her father, after all. However, I really like looking at Kendall's face, so I hope you don't hit her face if you wish to punish her in the future," Dylan commented.

Then, he shifted his gaze to Kendall. "What happened between you and Kelly? Why did you end up hitting her?" Kendall pressed her lips together without responding, and Kelly kept her mouth shut as well. Kelly wasn't an idiot—she could tell that Dylan wasn't there to cause Kendall trouble. If anything,

he was there to protect Kendall.

Dylan frowned when he didn't receive a response from the sisters. His mood turned sour immediately. "Are you a mute, Kendall? I'm asking you a question. I'll give you one more chance—I'll cut your tongue off if you don't reply to me this time. Why do you need a tongue if you're not going to speak?"

His lousy temper infuriated Kendall as well. "You want to know why we fought, huh? It's all because of you, Dylan. Today must be a bad day for me—I keep seeing you around. When we were at L.E. Boutique, your single sentence drove the workers there to chase me out. Kelly thought that I had offended you again, so she lectured me for it. I thought it'd be a waste of my saliva to argue with her, so I just slapped her. That would show her who's the boss. It saves me some time as well," Kendall replied.

All of them were silent for a while after that. Dylan eyed the woman while everyone else in the hall stared at Dylan silently. Clap clap. Dylan clapped his hands, and everyone stared at him puzzledly. Finally, he spoke while he continued clapping his hands. "That's the way. If physical aggression can allow you to resolve the problem, then you should just go ahead with that option. It doesn't matter who the person is—if anyone criticizes or nags at you, you should just give them a huge slap. No—just throw something at them. You don't want to hurt your hand. Even if the skies collapse after that, know that I'll be there to hold it up for you!" He sounded incredibly domineering as he spoke.

Kelly was confused. Why would Dylan protect Kendall? It can't be because of her looks. He hadn't met her in the past, either… Even if Kendall's pretty, I'm sure someone of his status has seen other prettier girls. Maybe it's time I get to know my sister a little better. Also, I can't allow Dylan to continue protecting her…

"Master Dylan…" Adam was about to say something when Dylan shot him a fierce glare. Adam immediately swallowed the words that had been at the tip of his tongue.

"Why are you still standing around?" Dylan had been protective of Kendall just moments ago, but he soon returned to his usual, cold expression as he gave Kendall his orders. "Go up and pack your bags. I want you to leave with me now. I hate waiting, so I'll give you ten minutes. I'm just going to leave you here if you're late."

Kendall froze after hearing his words. "Do you want me to follow you? Where are we going?" He even wants me to pack my bags. Are we going on a trip? NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Dylan scoffed before making a snide comment. "I guess busy people like you must be especially forgetful, Ms. Parker. What did you say and do when you rejected our marriage? Did you forget all of it?"

Kendall blinked in confusion. I-Is he trying to get me to fulfill my duties as a wife? "I… I lost that booklet," she said.

A dangerous look flashed across his gaze as he narrowed his eyes. "Do you think you can break your promise just because you lost the booklet?" he asked.

"No… I… That's not what I meant," she replied. He scoffed as he touched the spot where she had bit him the other day. She noticed his actions immediately. She had once said that she would take responsibility for him since she had left a mark on him. She had agreed that one of them would marry into the other person's family, and he eventually decided to take her into his family.

However, after collecting their marriage certificates, he knocked her out and got her bodyguard to send her home. After that, she thought that he wouldn't actually take responsibility for her.

In the few days when she was recovering, she didn't receive a single call from him. The Coleman Family didn't make any statements at all. It was then that Kendall knew—Dylan didn't actually want to marry her. He only agreed to marry her because her actions triggered him. In truth, he just wanted to make her regret her actions.

After a few peaceful days, Kendall figured that her marriage with Dylan would be kept a secret forever. She didn't even tell her parents about it. More importantly, she had lost her marriage certificate. Would anyone believe that she was Dylan's wife if she didn't have the evidence?

"A-Are you for real, Dylan?" she asked. Does he really want me to take responsibility for him? Kendall was dumbfounded for a moment. She didn't know how to take responsibility for him. Then, as she glanced at his legs, she suddenly had an idea—she no longer felt lost after that.

She figured that she would take care of him and help him with his physiotherapy. Once he could walk like a regular person, her job would be done. If he wanted to divorce her, she would agree to it. If he wanted to remain her husband, she would stay as his wife. She had already made this decision the moment she returned to the past.

"What is this? Are you going against your word? Are you trying to make a fool out of me?" His tone was threatening. I bet Dylan will tear my bones apart and feed them to the dogs if I tell him that my answer is yes. He's not going to hold back just because I'm his wife.

Although Adam didn't know what his daughter had promised to do for Dylan, he was afraid that Kendall would infuriate Dylan, so he quickly spoke up. "Kendall is the most trustworthy person, Master Dylan.

She wouldn't go against her word. Regardless of whatever she promised you, I'm sure she'll be able to do it. I'll make sure to urge her to stick to her promise."

Dylan didn't respond to him—he simply glared at Kendall. "I told you I won't regret it, Dylan. Just give me ten minutes. I'll pack up and leave with you," Kendall said. After he heard Kendall's response, the icy aura around him gradually faded. "Go ahead. Just ten minutes. You'll have to walk there if you're late by one minute." He was definitely not going to wait for her!