Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 397

Kendall came back bountiful after she went shopping with Emily and Alice.

The items she bought ranged from clothes, shoes and purses to jewelry, which were all chosen by her sister-in-law

and her mother-in-law. Emily's eyes were particularly sharp, as she managed to pick outfits for Kendall that made

her look like a completely different person after she tried them on.

Emily initially planned to take Kendall and Alice to the beauty salon. However, Kendall had to reject Emily because

she wanted to make a gift for Dylan.

Emily's face instantly turned dark when her kindness was rejected by her in-law. She only seemed to return to

normal after Kendall explained the situation to her.

Despite being curious to hear that Kendall was good at crafting, someone of her status had never, and wouldn't, be

the first to ask about it.

Alice, on the other hand, had an excited glint in her eyes as she pestered Kendall about wanting a handmade gift as

well.

Kendall agreed to it with no hesitation. Right at this moment, she was holed up in her room sculpting a phoenix out

of wire. She decided to give her sister-in-law a phoenix.

It was already afternoon by the time Dylan came home. When he entered the door and didn't see his beloved wife,

he casually asked Amos, who brought him in, "Where is Kendall?"

"Young Mistress Kendall has been staying in the bedroom since she came back. I am afraid I don't know what she is

doing. She gave instructions for us to not disturb her."

Hearing that, Dylan hummed in acknowledgement, and was about to ask Amos how much Kendall bought before he

stopped himself from saying anything when he saw the shopping bags stacked on the couch.

"Amos, do get someone to clean up a few guest rooms for the young mistress to use as her cloakroom. We will

need rooms for her handbags and shoes as well."

He had a lot of empty rooms in his enormous villa that were currently still empty anyway. Might as well store

Kendall's things in them than let them stay empty.

"Yes, young master."

Amos immediately left to get someone to complete the job.

Dylan took a look at all the bags on the couch. He then stood up, went to the back of his wheelchair, and moved the

wheelchair along as he walked slowly to the door of the room.

After he knocked on the door, Kendall's clear voice rang out. "My hands are full, Amos. Is there something you need

me for?"

Dylan pushed the door open and went in.

When she turned around and saw that it was him, she swiftly put down the tools she was holding and went over to

support him. "You're home, Dylan!" She smiled. "Are you done with work?"

"Yeah." He hummed in reply. Soon, he noticed the small table she had placed in the room, and there were a lot of

things on the table. Among them was the half-completed phoenix. "Are you making a phoenix out of wire?"

"Mhm. I made it first because it will take time to make a phoenix."

Hearing that, Dylan walked to the table and picked up the semi-finished product to take a closer look at it. It would

be an exaggeration to say that it was halfway to completion. In fact, only a quarter completed.

"You need so much iron wire for a phoenix?" he asked.

"I am making two of them."

Kendall proceeded to close the bedroom door.

The room was the couple's personal bubble. Even if the whole compound was Dylan's territory, she didn't like to

leave the door open and have people peek at them.

He kept looking at the unfinished work before he complained, "Phoenixes represent the union of yin and yang. You

should make two. Having one male and one female is what makes it whole."

She smiled. "I didn't think so deeply into it. I am only making two because Alice asked if I could make one for her.

She was surprised to know that I can make these trinkets. Since she doesn't dislike it, I will give her a wire phoenix."

After saying that, she peered at her husband. "Are you jealous, Dylan?"

He tapped her on the tip of her nose then. "I will definitely get jealous if you gave it to someone else, but I can put

up with it if it is for my sister."

To be honest, it pleased Dylan to see Alice and Kendall having a good relationship.

Alice was one of the people who had the most power at home.

He would feel more at ease to have Alice taking care of Kendall when he wasn't around.

Kendall soon brought a stool over for him to sit on.

He could walk now, but standing for too long was still painful for his legs.

"I hope nothing happened when you went shopping?"

Kendall had resumed sculpting her phoenix again when she heard him. "What could have happened?" she casually

asked in return.

As if remembering something, she added, "I felt like I had a lot of eyes on me, though. They seemed to have taken

photos of me as well."

"They were entertainment journalists."

"The paparazzi? What were they following me for? Is it because of Kelly?"

Dylan hummed in agreement. "They have had their eyes on you from the moment you appeared at the pedestrian

zone."

"Are they trying to make a comparison out of my current happiness with Kelly's downfall?"

As he watched her skillful hands at work, he asked, "How long have you been learning this? You do it fast and well."

"I have been interested in crafting since I was very young, and because I had the talent, I learned from my

grandfather, who was a craftsman who could make a lot of things. I have been learning for more than 10 years. My

priority when I was in school was to study well, but after I graduated, I started making trinkets and sold them on

Amazon. Dylan, no matter what the journalists have secretly caught me doing, just let them report it. No

comparison, no harm. I want to piss Kelly off."

Dylan's eyes shone when he heard those words. "Are you not worried she will do something crazy out of anger?"

"It is not like it is her first time doing something crazy."

Kelly had even driven her own mother to do another paternity test. She would definitely have dared to say that the

paternity test result was forged if Dylan hadn't found out the truth.

Kendall could only imagine the mess that would ensue if that had happened.

"I will only get the chance to strike when she goes crazy," Kendall mused, bringing a smile to Dylan's face.

The corners of Kendall's lips curled up as well. "Darling, don't you find me despicable?"

"We are a good match, then. I am also a despicable person. It might seem like everyone everywhere tries to butter

up to me, but they are all cursing me out inwardly. They even want me dead."

Dylan was a self-aware person as he knew that he had never been a good person.

"A lot of people came up with all sorts of excuses to celebrate my car accident. That b*stard Frank was the worst

one. He bought a carload of fireworks, and set them off at a deserted place throughout the night. The fireworks

could be seen throughout Orapolis."

"We will buy a carload of fireworks to set off when he meets his ruin as well. Let's even have a gun salute at his

door to annoy him."

Dylan closed in on her and planted a big kiss on her cheek upon hearing that.

His hoarse voice sounded somewhat pleased when he replied, "The fact that you are mine is enough to give him a

heart attack."

Despite his constant triumph against Frank, nothing else made Dylan feel as victorious as being the winner in love.

Truth be told, Frank was better-looking than Dylan. The former even had a pair of alluring eyes that could, and had,

seduced tons of women.

"Did you smoke?" Kendall suddenly asked and pushed him away.

Dylan instantly covered his mouth and something flashed through his dark eyes. "You can still smell the smoke even

though I have chewed so many gums?"

"I didn't smell it before you kissed me, but I did when you got so close."

He quickly explained, "They were the ones who gave a few to me because they thought I looked bored. I smoked

without realizing it. Kendall, I promise to not smoke if you don't like it."

"It is true that I don't like men who smoke because of the smell, but you don't have to completely stop smoking

because of me. You can smoke when the situation calls for it."

"I won't smoke if you don't like it. No one can make me."

Dylan's words brought a smile to her face as she reached out to pat him on the head. "What a good boy," she

cooed.

His face immediately turned dark at that.