Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 21

The kitchen was so empty that not even a grain of rice could be seen. How could she cook anything?

"You can choose not to marry me if you don't want to. Why are you so stingy after marrying me?" muttered Kendall.

Then, she turned around and left the kitchen.

In fact, Kendall had wrongly accused Dylan. Although the building he lived in had a kitchen, the people responsible for taking care of him were all bodyguards, and bodyguards didn't have any cooking skills. Hence, all of Dylan's meals were made in the main kitchen.

She stepped out of the building, stood at the entrance, and looked at the pavilion in the distance. After a moment of consideration, she decided to go over and ask for a bite to eat.

When the bodyguards outside the pavilion saw her, they greeted her, "Ms. Parker."

Kendall stopped to look at them but quickly brushed off her question about their formalities because she knew it was Dylan's orders.

She thought it was great because she didn't like others addressing her as 'Young Mistress Kendall.'

By the time Kendall stepped into the pavilion, Dylan had finished his delicious lunch. When he saw that she had arrived, he picked up a napkin and handed it to her.

"I haven't eaten." As such, she didn't need to wipe her mouth.

"Wipe my mouth for me."

Kendall almost sprained her tongue. Her husband ate his lunch alone without bothering about her empty stomach as well as her red, puffy cheeks. Then, he made her clean up the nanny's room by herself. Now, he wanted her to help him wipe his mouth.

"Don't you have hands?"

"I do, but I want to enjoy having my wife take care of me."

"You said I wasn't allowed to call you my husband, so why are you calling me your wife?"

"I can do whatever I want."

It was the standard case of double standards, as he could do as he wished, but she couldn't.

However, Kendall lived in his home, so she had to surrender to his rules. She took the napkin and bent over to get closer to him. Initially, she wanted to be rough with her movements, but her touch unconsciously lightened when she saw his handsome face.

As Dylan studied her face closely, his eyes darkened. He felt that she had brought him a sense of familiarity, but he was sure that he had never met Kendall before she slit her wrist to refuse her engagement. So, he still couldn't figure out where that familiar feeling came from.

It didn't take up much time to wipe Dylan's lips, but his handsome face attracted Kendall, and she deliberately moved slower. She wiped the corners of his lips slowly before moving onto his lips.

Dylan's lips were thin; there was a saying that people with thin lips were heartless, but Kendall felt it was because he hadn't met the woman he loved. Once he met her, his personality would change along with his heart.

She felt the urge to kiss him as she regarded his handsome face and sexy, thin lips.

They were legally married, and it was normal for her to kiss him.

As Kendall thought about that, she did it as well.

First, she wrapped her arms around Dylan's neck with the quickest speed she had. Then, under Dylan's shocked gaze, she quickly placed her lips against his. When the two pairs of lips touched, the two felt like they were electrocuted.

Dylan was stunned while the bodyguards' jaws dropped.

They thought that Kendall was courageous. When refusing to marry him, she went up to Dylan and slit her wrist in front of him. Then, when she forced him to marry her, she tore his shirt and bit him, saying she had left her mark on him. Now, she took away Dylan's first kiss without his consent.

In fact, Dylan had mysophobia when it came to his relationships with anyone, and the bodyguards couldn't help but wonder if Kendall was the least bit afraid that he would do something drastic to her.

However, she didn't know that her actions were like thunder that shocked those around them. She only

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So, following her instincts, she playfully licked his lips, and when she felt his mouth open, she went all out. While she hugged his neck with one hand, she pushed the back of his head with her other hand to deepen the kiss.

He didn't respond to her, and she wasn't expecting him to respond either.

However, Kendall didn't dare to be greedy and quickly ended the kiss.

After that, she stood up and looked at the stunned Dylan before finally understanding that this was his first kiss!

What a rare occurrence this was. In such an open-minded era, he was once the dream man of many women in Orapolis, yet he still hadn't had his first kiss.

Therefore, Kendall couldn't help but curve her lips into a sweet smile as she felt that she had gained quite the bounty.

The sun shone on her delicate face and enhanced her sweet smile, bringing warmth into Dylan's heart.

His ears secretly turned red, but on the surface, he still had his usual indifferent expression as he coldly looked at Kendall.

"It wasn't my intention to take advantage of you." After being glared at by him, Kendall quickly explained, "I saw that you were so handsome, which was why I lost control and…"

Dylan's face darkened as he said sinisterly, "So, it's my fault?"

"No, no, no. It's not your fault. It's mine. It's all my fault. But, if you think you lost this round, I'll let you kiss me back. How about that?"

Dylan was rendered speechless by her shamelessness.

What was the difference between him kissing her and her kissing him? Wasn't the result the same in the end?

Kendall immediately composed herself and looked carefully at him while anxiously waiting for his next move when she noticed his sullen expression.

Would he throw her out in rage?

A long while later, Dylan asked, "Are you hungry?"

His question stunned Kendall for a moment, but she quickly nodded her head. "Yes, I'm famished."

She glanced at the table and noticed that Dylan hadn't eaten much, but various dishes were still untouched.

"Get in. Clean up!" Dylan ordered the bodyguards.

Is he not even going to let me have his leftovers? Kendall thought in despair.

As he saw the change in her expression, he curled his lips and asked in a slower and warmer tone,

"Did you see the note I left you?"

"Yes."

"That's good."

Was that it?

"Dylan, even the greatest of wives, can't cook without rice. You don't have anything in your kitchen. How do you suppose I cook for myself?"

As Dylan rolled his eyes, he pushed his wheelchair and asked, "Don't you have money?"

"Treat me to lunch, and I'll repay the favor for dinner. I'm so hungry I don't have the energy to go out and buy groceries."

Who would have thought that the Young Mistress of the Coleman Family would have to head out and buy her own groceries to cook a meal?

As Dylan turned his head, his eyes fixed on her scarlet lips. Then, after a whole minute of looking at her lips, he moved his lips and spat out the words, "I remember you had quite the strength when you were taking advantage of me."

Kendall blushed as she remembered that she had used quite a large amount of force when she was pushing his head against hers.

Once again, Dylan pushed the wheels on his wheelchair, and the bodyguards had finished cleaning the

table at this point.

The bodyguards soon followed Dylan out, and soon, only Kendall was left in the pavilion.

Up until this moment, Kendall would have been an idiot not to realize that Dylan was playing a trick on her. Also, she didn't need to guess that he readily agreed to marry her so that he could torture her however he wanted.

"Ms. Parker."

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice sounded behind her.

So, Kendall turned around where the voice sounded out, only to see a chubby woman in her forties give her a polite smile.

"Madam, did you call me?"

"Ms. Parker, my name is Vivian Jones. Everyone calls me Vivian. Old Madam Coleman wants to meet you. Are you available to follow me to meet her?"