Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 210

Kendall stood right there and watched the car disappearing from her sight. She turned to look at Dylan,

who rose to his feet and was currently standing abreast of her.

Right when she was going to say something, he pulled her into a hug so that she could rest her head

on his shoulder and made a promise. "I'll accompany you back to your hometown whenever I'm free in

future."

"Thank you, Dylan."

"No, not again." He lightly pinched her cheek. "You don't have to be such a stranger."

She smiled. "When I don't, you'll say that I'm shameless."

He went silent for a moment. "You somehow keep reminding me of my blunder."

"How dare I? You're Young Master Dylan! I will never do that to you."

Dylan snorted at that.

"Dylan, is it tiring for you to keep standing like this? Sit. I'll push you there. Let's head home." Kendall

had to buy Leonel lunch afterward.

She said those words while helping Dylan with his wheelchair. She went round it to swirl him around,

after which she noticed a group of people standing nearby and watching them in silence.

The person standing in the front was Dylan's nemesis—Frank. With those engaging eyes of his, he

zeroed in on Kendall. No one could see through his mind through those eyes.

She was stunned for a moment before pushing Dylan toward them, as though nothing had happened.

Ronnie and the others followed suit. Meanwhile, Frank did not back down with the bodyguards around

him.

By the time the couple was going to bypass him, he piped up, "Kendall, the cream you've personally

given to me is awesome. The swell subsided after I applied it."

Her footsteps came to a halt and she returned a smile. "It is my fault for stepping on your foot, so it's

reasonable for me to give that to you. Since it's useful, you should continue applying it until your foot

recovers."

"Definitely. It's the cream you've given to me." He gazed at her while blurting ambiguous words.

Kendall smiled. "President Mendelson, I'll take my leave first."

Frank cast his gaze onto his nemesis. "Dylan, can I have a moment with Kendall alone?"

"No," Dylan refused without a second thought.

Frank snorted coldly. "Is Kendall your possession? I'm asking for your permission just to save your

reputation since she's your nanny—"

"Who says that she's my nanny?" Dylan raised his head and met eyes with Frank. Both of their gazes

were similar. They were sharp yet cold. Although Dylan was sitting and Frank was standing, their aura

was pretty much the same as Dylan did not seem vulnerable in the slightest.

"Is it not?" Frank sniggered. "Everyone knows that Kendall turned down your proposal and you took her

back to your place as a nanny to take revenge on her."

Dylan snickered as well. "Frank, you must be really curious about our relationship, huh? Come closer,

I'll tell you."

Frank snorted in reply. "How can I believe in your words, though?"

Dylan had been a man of his words to others, but Frank was not one of them. Anyway, Frank always

took his words with a pinch of salt since they were nemesis who ended up getting into a fight every

single time they bumped into each other.

"Then, I'll leave it to your imagination. You're the one in distress, not me. I'm happy to see you 'caring'

for us so much."

When Frank heard that, his face dimmed. The way Dylan treated Kendall was not that of a nanny.

Frank became offended when he had to witness that with his own eyes. He almost failed to maintain

his composure and ruined the wholesome moment. Fortunately, Dylan was not a real man.

Even if he had feelings for Kendall, Frank reckoned that she would not choose him. Frank had made up

his mind to make a move on her publicly. For the sake of their baby, he should not let Kendall end up

with another guy.

She can only be mine!

"Kendall, let's go." Now that Frank had lost the fight, Dylan motioned Kendall to keep going with a light

mood.

While the smoke was smoldering throughout the dispute between the two men, she held her tongue

sensibly. It was not until she heard his order that she quickly pushed him away. The two troops of

bodyguards brushed past each other. Although they furtively exchanged punches, there was no winner.

"Kendall." Instead of turning around to look at them, Frank called her name.

Without a care of whether she had stopped midway, he continued in a gentle voice. "I dreamed of our

baby last night. It's a baby girl. She's so cute and soft like you. She's about eight months old and has

two teeth, which are revealed whenever she smiles. She's so adorable."

She gripped onto the wheelchair tightly in order to suppress her emotions. Frank Mendelson! He's

doing this on purpose to drive a wedge between me and Dylan!

It was a relief that she had told Dylan about the dream in full honesty. Even if she had not finished the

story, he knew the part where she and Frank were in a relationship. Otherwise, Dylan's eyes would

have turned green upon hearing that. His thin magnanimity was that of a leaf when it came to their

relationship.

Needless to say, she shared the same notion—not even a sand should fit in between a couple in love.

"Kendall," Dylan said in a frosty voice. "Leave it to me."

Then, he maneuvered the wheelchair on his own to make a detour.

"Dylan," Kendall called him.

However, he lifted his hand to stop her from speaking and commanded the others to do the same,

"Everyone, stay."

He and Frank had been enemies ever since schooling days until now; they went against each other

with schemes and courage, but never physically. Thus, there was no need to worry that he would lose.

In the meantime, the corner of Frank's lips curled up as he thought he had hit Dylan's sore spot.

It looks like he cares about Kendall, huh?

Dylan pushed himself to the front of Frank, who was looking at him. That haughty gaze was ticking his

nerve to give Frank a few kicks.

"Frank." He grabbed Frank's necktie and yanked the man over out of the sudden. Frank was forced to

lower his head and close to Dylan's ear reflexively. "Kendall will have a baby, but you will never be the

father. Be prepared to attend our wedding in future."

With that being said, Dylan released the necktie while Frank primped his attire instinctively. The

moment he digested the announcement, he gawked at Dylan in bewilderment while Dylan had already

wheeled around and left.

"Dylan Coleman." He wanted to sound Dylan out. Ridiculous! How dare he leave me hanging like this

and run away!

Frank then shouted Dylan's name as he strode over to get into the way. The indifferent mask on his

face was cracking and the glint in his eye was glittering ominously. "Dylan Coleman, what did you just

say? Explain yourself!"