Love Knows No Bounds

Chapter 19

Kendall turned and ran upstairs immediately. Adam and Kelly exchanged glances—they wanted to know what happened between Dylan and Kendall. Since Adam was Kendall's biological father, he figured that he could try to question Dylan in a friendly manner. "What did Kendall do, Master Dylan?"

Dylan stared at Adam without explaining himself. Dylan didn't have the habit of explaining himself. Adam felt somewhat awkward at the silence, so although it was only a mere 10 minutes, it felt as long as a decade. Kendall returned downstairs with her luggage in less than ten minutes. Dylan seemed rather pleased when he saw how punctual she was. "Are you done packing? Do you need a few more minutes?" He spoke in a pretentious tone.

"It's fine. I'm done." Kendall wasn't about to fall for his trap. He pressed his lips together—he was somewhat disappointed that she hadn't fallen for it.

He realized that it was fun to mess around with Kendall. Every time he saw how shocked she was by his actions, he felt delighted! Since she's clinging to me, she deserves to be scared by me!

"Let's go," Dylan said.

Kendall nodded and dragged her luggage along with her. After taking a few steps, she realized that Dylan was still sitting around and not moving. Finally, she turned to look at the man. "Didn't you say we were leaving, Master Dylan?"

Dylan glared at her, and she was puzzled for a moment. Didn't he just say that he wanted to leave?

When one of the bodyguards saw that the husband and wife were about to get into another argument, the bodyguard hastily shot Kendall a look. The bodyguard subtly pointed his finger toward Dylan behind

his back, hinting for Kendall to wheel Dylan out. Kendall then realized—Oh, yeah. I'm supposed to be responsible for him now. I should be doing this.

Kendall hastily turned around and stepped behind Dylan. She recalled that she hadn't told her mother about this, so she turned to speak to Adam. "Dad, please let Mom know that I'm going to the Coleman Residence when she's back. Please tell her not to worry. I'll be fine."

Adam nodded while sending them out. Right as Dylan was about to leave the house, he spoke up. "Hold on," he said. Kendall halted her footsteps. "Come here, President Parker," Dylan ordered. Adam didn't know what Dylan was thinking but walked over obediently. "Yes, Master Dylan," he said while standing in front of Dylan.

"Bend down and come nearer to me. I want to whisper something to you, and I want you to only tell your wife about this. You'll have to keep this a secret from everyone else, and you're not allowed to say anything unless you get my permission. If I find out that you leaked it out to someone, then don't blame me for sending you to hell," Dylan said.

A terrified look flashed across Adam's face before he hastily promised Dylan. "Don't worry, Master Dylan. I'm great at keeping secrets." After making his promise, Adam bent down and placed his ear close to Dylan's face with a curious look on his face. "Dad," Dylan whispered into his ear. Adam was utterly stunned after hearing Dylan's words.

Dylan's face remained neutral as he turned to look at Kendall, who was perking her ears in an attempt to listen to what Dylan had whispered. "Let's go," he said. She didn't manage to hear what he said, so she just nodded and pushed Dylan past her father. She accidentally bumped into Adam, but Adam didn't respond; he simply stared at the couple dumbfoundedly. This made Kendall more curious than

ever. What did Dylan tell my dad? Dylan turned my dad into a statue—he's not budging at all.

After a few minutes, a few of Dylan's luxurious cars traveled out of the Parker Residence. Only then did Kelly have the guts to walk out of the house. When she came out, she found her father standing with a dazed look on his face. He looked like his soul had left his body. "What's up, Dad?" She nudged him puzzledly.

Adam finally returned to his senses. He parted his mouth and was about to speak when he recalled what Dylan had told him. Then, he clamped his mouth shut and swallowed his words. It was torture to keep this a secret. "I'm going to go in and spend some time alone. I think it's too hot today; I might be experiencing auditory hallucinations because of the heat," he said. Dylan has no other reason to call me his dad. He called me Dad! Why did he call me Dad? Does he want me to be his godfather? That's impossible. Could he… be calling me his dad… because he's my son-in-law? Adam felt like his brain was on fire after this realization. It wasn't an understatement to say that he felt like this entire situation was a hallucination.

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It was highly stressful to be in the same car as Dylan. He sat in an upright posture with an icy look on his face. He stared into the blank space in front of him, making it hard for Kendall to start a conversation with him even though she wanted to. "Are you done staring at me?" Then, suddenly, the iceberg parted his lips to speak.

"Am I allowed to continue staring if I'm not done?" she asked.

Dylan tilted his head and stared at her for a moment before giving her an order. "Take your phone out." She did as she was told. "Point your phone toward me and take a few pictures of me. Then, I want you

to set me as your wallpaper. Then, you can just stare at your phone when you feel like seeing me. I won't charge you for it."

She was speechless at his bold words. But she then followed his orders and took a few pictures accordingly. After Kendall actually set his picture as her wallpaper, she recalled that she hadn't brought the clothes she wanted to gift to him, and the few evening gowns that she had purchased earlier. "Oh!" she exclaimed. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

"Why are you shouting? You're going to die with me if you scare me to death," he said.

"If I can actually do that, the sun will probably rise from the west. You've always been the one who has been scaring others instead," she replied.

He reached his hand out to squeeze her face, and she winced as he pressed on her cheeks a little too hard. She instinctively smacked his hand, but he only pressed her cheeks even harder than before. She gritted her teeth in pain. "You've gained some courage," the man uttered. He didn't have a hint of empathy; he simply chuckled at her. However, his laugh gave his bodyguards and the driver the urge to jump out of the car right then. "You even have the guts to talk back now, huh."

"I have a mouth for a reason," she hissed. When he let go of her face, he wiped his hand against her shirt with a disgusted look on his face. As she wasn't blind, she noticed his gesture and immediately felt the urge to punch him then.

"What were you shouting about?" After squeezing his wife's cheeks for a bit, he was in a better mood. Although she grew up in the countryside, she had great supple skin that felt nice to touch.

"I forgot to pack the items I purchased while shopping earlier today. I bought a shirt for you just now,"

she replied. Adam's face darkened upon hearing her words. "I gave you enough time, yet you still forgot to bring some stuff. Why don't you just forget to bring yourself as well?"

Kendall shrank her head in shame—she didn't dare to speak up at all. Despite this, she was cursing at him in her heart. Dylan was quiet for a moment before speaking to his bodyguard, sitting in the passenger's seat. "Call Blake and tell him to turn around to pick up the items that this young lady forgot to bring along with her," he ordered. Kendall felt like there was no need to send someone back just to pick up the clothes, so she protested against his idea. "I can just go home and take it when I have the time to do it."

Dylan glared at her, and she shrank away again. His gaze was simply terrifying! She was afraid that she would start getting nightmares if he stared at her a few more times. The bodyguard immediately called Blake and passed on Dylan's orders to him. Kendall lowered the car window and stuck her head to look at the car behind them. Indeed, a few cars began to slow down in preparation to make a u-turn.

When she turned her head back, she found Dylan staring straight in front of him once more. "Have you never received a gift, Dylan?" He seemed extremely interested in the shirt that she wanted to give him.

He turned to look at her. "Why are you asking? Are you planning to give me more items to let me know how it feels like to receive gifts?"

She beamed. "If you like it, I can give you tiny gifts daily, Dylan."

"I got it. From tomorrow onward, I want to receive a gift from you when I get home every single day. I want as many gifts as possible, and I don't want you to buy them just for the sake of buying them. They better be thoughtful gifts."

She stared at him speechlessly. Why do I feel like I just dug my own grave?