Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 71

Their talk only lasted for a while before Emma came out of the office and respectfully motioned for Kendall to head in.

"The president will see you now, Ms. Parker."

Hearing that, Kendall gave her thanks again before she took a deep breath and started walking into the office.

Emma then swiftly closed the door after Kendall had entered the room. At that point, Kendall stopped in her tracks as she turned around and looked at the door for a brief moment. Having no other choice, she turned back to look at Dylan, who was sitting at the semi circle desk.

He had on a suit paired with leather shoes and light blue necktie as he put all his focus into working. He was so good-looking that she couldn't look away from him once her eyes fell on him.

It was a fact that he was an utterly attractive man.

"Are you done looking?" he chillingly asked while he put down the signing pen in his hand. He then raised his gaze from the documents in front of him and glanced at her.

Even though there was still some distance between them, she could still feel the coldness emitting out of him.

"Dylan," she called out to him.

There was no backing out now, since she had entered the lion's den.

Convincing herself to pick up her courage, Kendall let out a sweet smile and walked toward him. "I'm here to see you, Dylan."

"You have seen me. You can leave now."

What? He must still be angry at me to be acting so coldly toward me.

She tried her best to not falter as she shuffled to his back and hugged him around his neck.

At that instant, he forcefully flung her arms away and spat, "Touch me one more time and I will get security to drag you out of here!"

"Dylan…" she moaned in a sad voice, intentionally dragging her voice. "Come on. I am sorry, Dylan. It was my fault. I won't give you any trinkets handmade by me anymore. I will buy you something expensive, okay?" She was coaxing him like she would a child. "Tell me what you like. I will buy everything you like for you."

Dylan's face went tense and his thin lips pressed together into a tight line.

Noticing his silence, she peeked at his expression before she took off the jade bracelet she always wore from her hand.

She then placed the bracelet in front of him and said reluctantly, "This jade bracelet was given to me by my grandmother. I heard from her that it was passed on to her mother by her grandmother. Her

grandmother was of noble birth, and this jade bracelet is a real antique from over 100 years ago. I don't know how much this is worth, but it is a precious thing to me. I know that it might not be something rare to you, but this is the most valuable thing I have right now and I am giving it to you. I hope you will be a bigger person, Dylan, so please don't be angry at me anymore, alright?"

Kendall kept stealing glances at him to read his face as she spoke.

"Oh—Dylan. Get rid of that sour look on your face, please! You are such a good-looking man. I am sure you will look even better if you would just smile. Will you show me your smiling face?"

He didn't answer her, and only looked at the bracelet as he picked it up.

It was still warm from her body heat since it had only been a minute since she removed it.

After flipping it around to inspect it, he agreed that it was good stuff after all.

The moment he noticed from the corner of his eye that she seemed reluctant to part with her bracelet, he immediately felt like doing something bad. "I will accept it since you want to give it to me."

Huh? It turns out men like jade bracelets too.

Kendall's unwilling eyes continued to stare at the bracelet for a long time before she finally looked away. "It is my pleasure to give you something you would accept." She then forced a laugh before continuing timidly, "Uh… Dylan? Are you still angry?"

"Who told you I am angry?"

She was rendered speechless by his curt question. Why would he hang up her calls, not reply to her messages, and even put a sullen face on if he wasn't mad?

"Is there anything else?" he asked again.

"N-No. That is all."

"The door is that way," he sassed. "Go on."

Upon hearing that, Kendall paused for a beat before she murmured, "Dylan."

"Spit it out!"

"Spit what out?"

His already-stoic became even more stern. "Aren't you calling me because you have something to say? I am telling you to spit it out. Say what you want."

"But I have nothing I want to say. I was just calling your name."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

The corners of his mouth suddenly lifted.

He was smiling at her.

However, Kendall couldn't help but get goosebumps all over her back when she saw the mysterious expression on his face. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Since you like calling my name so much, I want you to call my name 100 times from now on. Record it on your phone. Have it sent to me by the time it reaches 100."

She just knew that nothing good ever came out of him smiling.

At this point, it might be better for him to continue putting his cold expression on. If she continued trying to melt his iceberg of a face, and if she somehow managed to one day, she would probably drown in the melted ice.

"You will have to bear the consequences if I don't receive your voice message."

She was tempted to ask him what were the consequences of her not doing so, but she eventually settled with asking, "Should I call you Master Dylan or just Dylan?"

"What do you think?"

"Alright, fine." She pouted.

Kendall then went around his desk and trudged out of his office with her head down.

Dylan was watching her all the while, and there was a hint of amusement twinkled in his eyes.

Still, instead of calling out to her to make her stay, he quietly watched her leave.

He then gave Ronnie a call after he was alone again.

He didn't answer her, and only looked at the bracelet as he picked it up.

"Come to my office for a bit," he instructed.

"Roger that."

Ronnie hurried to the elevator after the call and he coincidentally bumped into Kendall, who was waiting for the elevator.

As soon as he saw her, he politely greeted, "Young Mistress Kendall."

She only responded with a dispirited hum as she stepped into the elevator.

He had a feeling that she was disappointed about something, but he didn't have time to spare at guessing her thoughts as he hurried to the top floor.

After he arrived at the office, Ronnie was handed the jade bracelet.

He continued to look at Dylan with a confused gaze without taking the bracelet from his boss' hand.

"Get a box for this and pack it up nicely. I am giving this out as a present."

Ronnie only took the bracelet then. "When will you be needing this, Young Master Dylan?"

"ASAP."

"Understood."

Ronnie then carefully slipped the bracelet into the inner pocket of his suit jacket.

"Young Master Dylan, I met Young Mistress Kendall earlier. She looked disappointed for some reason."

Hearing that, Dylan told him in a calm voice, "She just gave me a treasure of hers. I would be very displeased if she wasn't disappointed."

It would mean that the bracelet wasn't important to her, or she could even be brushing him off if she wasn't dejected after handing it out.

Ronnie didn't dare utter a word after hearing that.

"As for the card I got rid of this morning… Get a few men with you and see if you can get it back."

"Blake has it. Do you still want it, Young Master Dylan?"

Dylan didn't say anything as he mused about how well his bodyguards knew him. It was a good thing that they were all loyal to him. He wouldn't have kept them by his side otherwise.

After Dylan casually waved his hand, Ronnie took it as a sign for him to quietly leave the office.

It didn't take long for Ronnie to get the card that Dylan had thrown away this morning from Blake.

Ronnie proceeded to hand it over to Emma, who then brought it to the president's office.

She couldn't help but wonder who in the world was brave enough to give something like this to Dylan.

What came even more as a surprise then was how Dylan not only didn't tell her to throw it away, he actually took it from her with his own hands.

Women were usually more attentive and sensitive to things like this.

From the card and the two little mice on his desk, she suddenly had a feeling that Dylan had changed.

He seemed like he was… in love!

The woman who had managed to win his heart was definitely the luckiest woman in the world!

At the same time, Kendall was wondering if she was the luckiest woman on earth.

Well, it certainly seemed like it.

After all, not everyone could come back from the dead to live their life again like she was doing now.