Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 595

"Hmph!" Dylan gave a loud snort, to which Frank responded by letting out a snort of his own. With that, the two

men entered into another staring contest.

"Young Master Dylan." Ronnie stood at the door to the security room. He said respectfully, "Young Mistress Kendall

is back."

Upon hearing this, Dylan immediately wanted to leave.

Much to his dismay, though, Frank actually picked his feet up after him.

They immediately stopped at the same time. Dylan said coldly, "Mr. Mendelson, keep quiet and sit here if you don't

want me to throw you out. Why so impatient now that my wife is back?"

Frank fell silent for a moment. "Dylan, I have no other reason for wanting to see your wife. I've fulfilled her request,

and she said she would see me as long as I could separate the black sesame seeds in the dish from the white ones

by myself. I just want to know Amelia's whereabouts!" he explained, stressing his last remark lest this green-eyed

monster before him lose his temper out of jealousy and prevent him from asking Kendall about Amelia's

whereabouts.

Dylan replied, "Even so, you can't go greet my wife with me. Wait here, or you can forget about asking for Amelia's

whereabouts." Inwardly, he was having a good gloat. It's so good to get hold of something that could bring Frank to

his knees! Well, he deserves this for always trying to steal my wife and doing some outrageous stuff back then. He

and Kendall refrained from wreaking revenge on Frank for Amelia's sake, but it was an absolute must to give the

man some punishment. And besides, Frank had surrendered to them on his own.

Frank was lost for words for a moment. "Dylan, does your mother know that you're so petty and domineering?"

"She does. She's always been proud of me."

Frank was rendered speechless by his reply. How shameless!

Dylan swaggered out of the security room like a victor.

Amos had already had a bouquet prepared and sent here, and Ronnie took it before passing it to Dylan.

The gate to the Coleman Mansion opened in advance before Kendall's car even got close.

Startled to see Dylan emerge from behind the gate with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, Henry hurriedly

decelerated the car before pulling up. After all, everyone knew that Dylan and Kendall were very much in love.

Dylan had always picked her up and returned home with her before; although he didn't do so tonight, he was

waiting for her here at the gate.

After pulling up the car, Henry turned around and said to Kendall in the back seat, "Young Mistress Kendall, Young

Master Dylan is here to fetch you."

"I'll get off here." Kendall unbuckled her seat belt while opening the car door. Dylan came over very attentively, but

she stepped out of the car before he could open the car door for her.

Dylan seemed a little displeased that his beloved wife didn't give him an opportunity to show his care for her.

"Welcome back, honey. Are you tired?" He reached out and took her arm to support her; in fact, he was itching to

scoop her up in his arms. Still, he didn't forget to hold out the bouquet in his hand to her.

Taking the bouquet in one hand, Kendall replied with a smile, "Giving me flowers in the middle of the night, huh?

How romantic! It's okay no matter how tired I was out there. Whenever I come home, I get to see your good-

looking face, hear you call me 'honey' with loving tenderness, and receive flowers from you. That makes me feel it's

worthwhile no matter how hard and tiring it is."

Dylan stared at her affectionately. "Really? In that case, can I get a reward for that?"

Kendall's beautiful eyes flickered. This guy's asking me for a reward, eh? Darting a glance at the bunch of

bodyguards behind her husband, she spotted the Mendelson Family's bodyguards among them and realized that

Frank was still here. Dylan was asking her for a reward and acting lovey-dovey with her in front of Frank on purpose

to make him jealous.

The woman Frank now loved was hiding somewhere to evade him. Contrary to him, who still had no news of his

beloved woman at the moment, his sworn enemy was being lovey-dovey with his beloved wife. How could Frank not

get jealous at the sight of this? This is so maddening! He cursed Dylan thousands of times in his heart.

Dylan shot him a look. Don't tell me you're counting on me to help you.

Frank looked back at him. I'd better wait for the pigs to fly instead.

Dylan snorted coldly. Good thing that you know your place!

Seeing how childishly her husband tried to drive Frank mad by acting lovey-dovey with her, Kendall went along with

him by asking, "What would you like?"

"I'm happy with whatever reward you give me."

Kendall smiled; she wrapped an arm around the bouquet and another around the man's neck before pecking him

twice on the lips.

Having received a kiss from his beloved wife, Dylan smiled even brighter than the noonday sun.

Frank didn't step out of the security room, but he could see the couple's interaction from the window, which filled

him with anxiety and envy. When will I get Amelia to come back to me? I want her to kiss me, too. Even if she

doesn't want to kiss me, that's okay since I can take the initiative. He still couldn't forget the kiss he had forcefully

snatched from Amelia the other day.

"Come on, let's go inside. You don't have to wait for me again if I come home so late next time. Just go to sleep

early instead."

"How can I fall asleep without you right next to me?"

"How can I fall asleep without you right next to me?"

Kendall was lost for words. Indeed, when they first began opening up to each other, Dylan could only go to sleep

with her next to him, though she had often been the first to fall asleep. When she occasionally woke up at midnight,

she would see him lying down beside her and staring at her quietly, as if she would disappear in the blink of an eye.

This made her suspect countless times that he knew she had come back to life and feared she might return to her

previous lifetime.

The couple went in with their fingers intertwined affectionately.

"Kendall, no, Mrs. Coleman!" Frank rushed out of the security room.

The instant he rushed out, he was met with a gloomy stare from his sworn enemy.

Frank pretended not to see it, fearing that this lovey-dovey couple would ignore him and go inside if he didn't rush

out and remind them of his presence. He had been sitting for more than ten hours from morning until now, and his

eyes were sore from separating the sesame seeds. He was desperate to know Amelia's whereabouts, so he

couldn't let Kendall stall him off like that. "Mrs. Coleman, I've separated the black sesame seeds from the white

ones in the dish as you asked," he said impatiently. "You said you'd see me when I finished separating the sesame

seeds. Could you tell me where Amelia is right now?"

Kendall looked at his empty hands.

Realizing that his hands were empty, Frank immediately turned back to the security room and came out holding two

dishes of sesame seeds that he had separated. "Please take a look, Mrs. Coleman. I have separated them all.

There's no black sesame seed mixed among the white ones, nor is there any white sesame seed mixed among the

black ones. I spent a whole day separating them by myself without anyone's help, and I only finished the job a

couple of minutes ago. They can all testify to this; you can check the security footage, too."

Kendall unclasped her fingers from Dylan's. After getting him to take the bouquet for the time being, she took a dish

of sesame seeds from Frank and dug around in it. The dish contained only white sesame seeds, and indeed, she

didn't see any black sesame seeds mixed among them.

As the head of a family and the person calling the shots in a big business group, Frank would have to set aside his

pride and exercise great patience in spending over ten hours sitting here and separating the sesame seeds. He

would never have accomplished this if he wasn't sincerely in love with Amelia.

Kendall handed the dish of white sesame seeds back to Frank. She commented impassively, "Not bad. You did

pretty well."

"How con I foll osleep without you right next to me?"

Kendoll wos lost for words. Indeed, when they first begon opening up to eoch other, Dylon could only go to sleep

with her next to him, though she hod often been the first to foll osleep. When she occosionolly woke up ot midnight,

she would see him lying down beside her ond storing ot her quietly, os if she would disoppeor in the blink of on eye.

This mode her suspect countless times thot he knew she hod come bock to life ond feored she might return to her

previous lifetime.

The couple went in with their fingers intertwined offectionotely.

"Kendoll, no, Mrs. Colemon!" Fronk rushed out of the security room.

The instont he rushed out, he wos met with o gloomy store from his sworn enemy.

Fronk pretended not to see it, feoring thot this lovey-dovey couple would ignore him ond go inside if he didn't rush

out ond remind them of his presence. He hod been sitting for more thon ten hours from morning until now, ond his

eyes were sore from seporoting the sesome seeds. He wos desperote to know Amelio's whereobouts, so he

couldn't let Kendoll stoll him off like thot. "Mrs. Colemon, I've seporoted the block sesome seeds from the white

ones in the dish os you osked," he soid impotiently. "You soid you'd see me when I finished seporoting the sesome

seeds. Could you tell me where Amelio is right now?"

Kendoll looked ot his empty honds.

Reolizing thot his honds were empty, Fronk immediotely turned bock to the security room ond come out holding two

dishes of sesome seeds thot he hod seporoted. "Pleose toke o look, Mrs. Colemon. I hove seporoted them oll.

There's no block sesome seed mixed omong the white ones, nor is there ony white sesome seed mixed omong the

block ones. I spent o whole doy seporoting them by myself without onyone's help, ond I only finished the job o

couple of minutes ogo. They con oll testify to this; you con check the security footoge, too."

Kendoll unclosped her fingers from Dylon's. After getting him to toke the bouquet for the time being, she took o dish

of sesome seeds from Fronk ond dug oround in it. The dish contoined only white sesome seeds, ond indeed, she

didn't see ony block sesome seeds mixed omong them.

As the heod of o fomily ond the person colling the shots in o big business group, Fronk would hove to set oside his

pride ond exercise greot potience in spending over ten hours sitting here ond seporoting the sesome seeds. He

would never hove occomplished this if he wosn't sincerely in love with Amelio.

Kendoll honded the dish of white sesome seeds bock to Fronk. She commented impossively, "Not bod. You did

pretty well."