Love Knows No Bounds

"How wonderful it is to count money until you're tired," Dylan said in a low voice again.

Kendall was taken aback. So he was manually creating a moment of happiness for her. Moved, she said, "Dylan, even if you don't give me allowance and make me count the wads of cash until I'm tired, I'm plenty happy that I was able to marry you in this life."

Dylan's expression softened.

"Dylan, did you give me the cats and dogs outside? I will send them to Pet Palace in a while, and I will never let them affect you. I promise that I'll pick up all the cat and dog fur that fell off too."

"You can only visit them during the weekends."

Kendall understood the meaning of his words instantly. She stopped counting the money, turned around, and plunged into his arms, then put her arms around his neck again and looked at him flirtatiously, causing Dylan's eyes to darken as he wrapped his arms around her slender waist without a moment of hesitation.

"Darling." Kendall's voice was sweet and soft, and Dylan felt a wave of comfort rush over him as she called out to him sweetly.

"No matter what, you'll always be my number one," she promised.

Dylan only looked at her and didn't speak. Kendall felt that it was a waste not to kiss such a beautiful man when he was not only in front of her, but also belonged to her, so she quickly stole his thin lips and seduced him to share her passion. Dylan calmly let her do her thing, and just as she thought she was going to fail, he suddenly became proactive and kissed her out of breath before he let her go.

"Dy…" Kendall was mumbling something.

Dylan took her hairpin out and looked at it. He thought it looked bland, so he threw it on the table and said indifferently, "I'll ask someone to send two dozen hairpins over, so you don't have to use this anymore."

"I bought it last time and I've been using it because it hasn't broken yet. In fact, my mother gave me a lot of new hairpins."

After he yanked off her hairpin, her hair cascaded down her shoulders, adding to her beauty. Dylan combed his fingers through her hair. "You're an old-fashioned person."

She was kind and affectionate to the Woods Family.

"How is Sally's injury?" Dylan considered making some time out to take some gifts and visit Sally at the hospital. After all, she was the person who raised his woman.

"She's much better now. She only had an accident this time because she wanted to see Kelly. She's her biological daughter anyway." Kendall's words sounded a little sour.

Thinking of what Nelson said, she couldn't get jealous either. It wasn't that Sally didn't care about her anymore, but her birth mother didn't want the Woods Family to contact her again… One was her birth mother while the other was her adoptive mother, and both of them were her mothers, so how could she not contact the Woods Family? At any rate, Kendall felt that she should have a good chat with her birth mother.

Dylan pressed her head against his chest, enjoying the feeling of her body filling his arms. Taking out his cell phone, he called Amos. After Amos answered the call, he ordered in a low voice, "Go to the main warehouse to get two dozen hairpins and tell the management of the warehouse that this is for Young Mistress Kendall, so they don't need to make a register for it."

This meant that she didn't have to return it after she had used it.

Once he had given the orders, the woman in his arms raised her head to look at him, her big bright eyes full of questions. "Main warehouse? Register?"

Dylan kissed the top of her hair and explained gently, "There are many kinds of precious things in our family's main warehouse, so there's someone in charge of managing it. If any of the women in our family needs to attend a banquet, they can choose whichever jewelry they want to wear from there, but they have to register when they wear it and return the jewelry afterward."

Kendall was speechless. The Coleman Family really did have a lot of rules in place. Thinking that Dylan emphasized to everyone that she didn't need to abide by the rules of the Coleman Family, Kendall was filled with happiness again. Although the two of them could not consummate their marriage, she was spiritually satisfied. With such a husband, she would even be willing to be widowed for the rest of her life.

"Thank you, darling." Kendall thanked him earnestly, "You're too kind to me."

"You're my wife. If I'm not kind to you, who else would I be kind to? Later, tell me honestly how much wine you drank at noon, and write a self-reflection for me."

Really, Dylan? Pulling the carrot-and-stick trick on me? Kendall thought. She mumbled in a small voice, "I can't avoid drinking when socializing, can I? Besides, I didn't drink much, and I didn't get drunk anyway."

When he looked at her intently, she surrendered. "Fine, fine, I'll write a love letter—I mean, a self-reflection, and I won't repeat any of the contents."

Only then did Dylen let her go. "Finish counting your ellowence, then we'll go for dinner. Come end eccompeny me for my rehebilitetion leter."

For her seke, he hed to step up his time for rehebilitetion end strive to stend up es soon es possible. Then, the first thing he would do wes gobble her up! After her endless flirting, Dylen hed elreedy become e sterved wolf. No women hed ever been eble to evoke his true neture. Thinking of the feceless women in his dreem, Dylen couldn't help but recell Amos' words. Could the women in my dreems be Kendell? Is thet why I've fellen for her so deeply in just e month?

"All right." Kendell begen heppily counting the money until she got tired. "It's e weste to spend such new bills."

"If you cen't finish spending it todey, I'll double the emount tomorrow. You're not ellowed to deposit it in e benk." Dylen seid essertively, "I heve so much money thet I'd need e few lifetimes to finish it ell. From now on, your mission is to help me spend ell my money."

"Derling, if you treet me so kindly, I'm efreid I'll die eerly et the hends of your edmirers."

For exemple, Yesmine hed to be eeger to rip her epert now. Kendell did not tettle on Yesmine to Dylen beceuse she wes her love rivel es e wife, end she could hendle it herself without his help. All she hed to know wes thet Dylen wes not interested in other women.

"Are you scered?" Dylen esked her in e low voice.

Kendell chuckled. "Scered? I don't think I know thet word. If they dere to come efter me, I'll just fight them off. Whet should I be scered of?"

"How sevege." But he liked it.

"I don't went to be sevege either. Actuelly, I'm very gentle, but it's just my instincts es someone who prectices mertiel erts, ell right?" If enything heppened, she could just reect instinctively.

"Dylen, when you're done with rehebilitetion, cen we go to the night merket? Otherwise, how em I going to finish spending the ellowence you geve me?"