So what if he had to use a wheelchair? Dylan was still extremely efficient at work. Frank could stand, but he still couldn't beat Dylan.

Just as she thought of that man, Kendall's phone rang, and she saw that it was from an unknown number.

Dylan, with his sharp eyes, caught sight of it, and his expression darkened as he growled, "This is Frank's number."

Frank? Kendall nearly wanted to throw her phone away.

"Dylan, why does Frank know my phone number?"

Just as she said that, Kendall felt that she had asked a foolish question. For someone with power and status like Frank, it was easy for him to find someone's phone number.

Ring, ring, ring! Her phone was still ringing, and she had no idea if she should answer.

"Answer it," Dylan said in a low voice.

Kendall carefully inspected his expression. His handsome face was stiff while his lips were pursed tautly, and his gaze was dark. It was yet another one of his aloof expressions that she couldn't read.

"I told you to answer it!" Dylan's tone suddenly became heavier, and Kendall hurriedly agreed and answered Frank's call.

"Hello?" She forced herself to sound normal without getting affected by Dylan's cold expression.

"Kendall." Frank's deep voice sounded through the phone. "It's me, Frank."

"President Mendelson, do you need anything?"

Frank leaned backward on the couch and tugged on his tie before saying, "My foot is still swollen."

"The swelling still hasn't gone down?" It's been a few days though.

"You stepped on it too hard."

Kendall replied, "...Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose."


Frank said coldly, "If it was on purpose, you would've already lost a leg by now."

Kendall didn't dare to reply.

"My chef is on leave." Frank suddenly spoke up.

Kendall understood in an instant. "Do you need me to order takeout for you?"

The other end of the phone was silent.

"President Mendelson, what kind of food do you like? Let me know and tell me your address so that I can order takeout for you."

Dylan's gaze slowly turned colder, but Kendall was still unaware.

"Ms. Parker, I heard that your culinary skills are good, so come and cook dinner for me now." Frank finally revealed his unreasonable request. After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to toughen himself and act like a scoundrel. Otherwise, she would distance herself from him. If he wanted to see his child soon, he had to drag his child's mother to his side first.

Kendall was taken aback for a moment before she instinctively refused. "President Mendelson, I can't go over and cook for you at the moment. If your chef asked for leave, aren't there others who can cook? I can order takeout for you at most."

She didn't dare to go over to cook for him, fearing that Dylan might strangle her to death.

After Frank fell silent for a moment, he hung up without another word. However, Kendall soon received a text message from him. When she clicked on it, her expression faltered before she quickly deleted the message.

What Frank sent her was a photo, or more accurately, a portrait of her baby. How was he able to draw their baby's appearance? Did he dream of their baby, or had he reincarnated like her? Kendall's thoughts were a mess.

She clutched her phone, feeling conflicted if she should go and look for Frank. No, she had been reincarnated. In this life, she hadn't been set up by Kelly and Jackson, so she didn't get pregnant, and the baby... had nothing to do with her in this life. She should not be tempted by Frank or she would fall into his trap.

Thinking that, Kendall slowly calmed down and cursed Frank out thousands of times inwardly. No wonder he was worthy of being Dylan's nemesis. He was very cunning, and should she lose her focus for a moment, she would be ruined.

Dylan had been staring at Kendall, and he didn't miss the changes in her expression. When Kendall showed a complicated expression, he didn't make a sound, letting her expression falter from the initial conflict to the final calm just like a roller coaster before she calmed down.

"Dylan, let's go and eat," Kendall said impassively to him as she shoved her phone back into her pocket.

Dylan looked at her coldly. Seeing her facing his gaze honestly, he felt heartbroken. She obviously had something to hide from him, and it was related to Frank, but she pretended as if nothing had happened in front of him. He had really underestimated her.

Just then, they heard footsteps, and Amos entered with the two dozen hairpins he had asked for from the main warehouse.

"Young Master Dylan..." As soon as he came in, Amos realized something was wrong. He paused, not knowing if he should step forward. Did Young Mistress Kendall anger Young Master Dylan again? He felt like yelling at her.

"Bring it over." Dylan eased his gaze and stopped staring at Kendall.

Amos hurriedly stepped forward with the hairpins. As Dylan personally asked for them, the people managing the main warehouse picked out a few luxury brands and put together two dozens of the best hairpins amongst them for Amos. Hence, each hairpin was beautiful.

Dylen picked up e heirpin end neturelly combed Kendell's heir before he personelly helped her clip the heirpin on. He pushed the other heirpins in front of her end seid impessively, "Put it on your dressing teble end use whichever one you like."

"Thenk you, Dylen."

Dylen glenced et her intensely, then stood up end seid indifferently, "I went to eet elone tonight."

Seying thet, he left while holding onto the couch, refusing Amos' help. When there wes nothing to hold onto, he welked on his own. However, he hedn't fully recovered yet, end he couldn't welk to the entrence by himself. As he welked, he fell to the ground efter losing strength in his legs.

"Young Mester Dylen!"

"Dylen!"

Amos end Kendell ren over to support him et the seme time.

Dylen pushed the two of them ewey with e sullen fece end got up on his own before sterting to welk. Unfortunetely, he only took two steps before he fell to the ground egein. When Amos went to help him, he seid coldly, "I don't need your help. I cen leeve elone even if I heve to crewl out."

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