Love Knows No Bounds

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"You must be hungry by now, Kendall."

"Yeah. I came over so that we can have dinner together once you get off work."

Dylan chuckled and pecked her on the lips before releasing her. "Let's go. I have told Yoseph you're coming. He'll adjust the menu and include some of your favorite food."

Kendall held him and said, "You know, you can just prepare one or two things that I like. You don't have to make sure that everything is to my liking. Darling, you always cater to my wants, but I want to cater to yours too."

"I'm not picky when it comes to food. I'm happy as long as you're satisfied with the meal. My appetite improves whenever I see you eating."

Kendall wasn't a picky eater, either. Although she had her favorites, she didn't mind eating everything.

You're not picky? Yeah, right.

She chuckled, but she couldn't be bothered to call his bluff.

A smart man like Dylan immediately figured out what her chuckles meant.

He pretended not to notice anything as Kendall helped him into his wheelchair.

She started wheeling him out the door.

"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down. Never gonna run around and desert you…"

The phone's ringing tone interrupted the couple's alone time.

Kendall fished her phone out with one hand and started smiling when she saw who the caller was.

"It has to be Scott who's calling," Dylan deduced with conviction.

She only ever smiled this way when she received a call from the little boy. Although Scott was a three-year-old kid, Dylan still felt a tinge of jealousy.

According to Dylan, Scott would one day become a man, so why wouldn't he be jealous of his wife smiling like that when she answered another man's call?

He was already being more than gracious by not heading over to strangle Scott just yet.

"Hi, Scott."

"I miss you, Miss Parker."

Scott changed the way he was addressing Kendall, and she didn't mind it at all. Regardless of whether it was Miss Parker or Lady Parker, she knew he was still referring to her.

"I miss you too."

"You're lying. I've been back for so long, but you didn't even call me, so how can you say that you miss me? If you miss me, you should get on a plane to come and see me now. I'm having a fever again." Scott's tone became a lot more pitiful as he got to the end of his sentence.

Kendall's heart ached a little when she heard that. "Why did you come down with a fever again? Did you turn the air-conditioning on after taking a cold shower again?" There was no telling where Scott had learned what to do.

"I wanted to go and see you, Miss Parker, but Dad's busy, and he won't let my nanny bring me over. I-I complained about it to Mommy, but she's still sleeping and isn't paying any attention to me, so I had no choice but to resort to this again."

Scott had made himself sick on purpose. Even so, Kendall wasn't mad at all when she heard about it. She felt nothing but sympathy for the boy.

The Fords were a wealthy and influential family, and Scott was the first of his generation to be born. Although the rest of the family adored him, there was no way for them to make up for the motherly love that he craved.

He got along with Kendall and seemed to get a sense of motherly affection from her. That was why he loved spending time with her. He would've chosen to glue himself to her all day long had it not been for the fact that he couldn't stay overnight with the Colemans.

Eric had said to him, "My dear son, it's not that I don't want to send you over. It's because Mr. Dylan will be upset."

Eric knew very well what Dylan's thoughts were. Loving couples would long to spend every second of their time together.

In the past, when Eric's wife was well, he loved sticking to her at all times as well.

"Scott, you shouldn't do this. Your father will be worried about you, and if your mother finds out when she wakes up, she'll be worried too. If you miss me, you can call me up to talk to me. I'll come and see you as soon as I have time."

Scott knew that he shouldn't be doing this.

His father had given him a stern scolding before and would've punished him as well if his grandma hadn't stepped in to save him from it.

"In that case, when are you going to come and see me, Miss Parker? Can you come now? Dad said Mr. Dylan has a plane just like ours, so can you get Mr. Dylan to fly you over in his plane? It won't take long to come to my house if you take the plane."

Kendall glanced at Dylan.

"Hand me the phone."

Dylan took the phone from Kendall and spoke to Scott. "Hey, little guy. Three strikes and you're out, got it? If this happens a third time, I won't let you see Miss Parker ever again. Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have a powerful father. If I don't wish to let the two of you meet, then you'll never get to see your Miss Parker again."

"You're so mean, Mr. Dylan."

"You're not any better. Look at you being so cunning as a child. Who knows what you'd do as an adult?"

Scott was speechless.

"Have you seen the doctor?"

"Yes."

"Have you taken your medicine?" Dylan continued asking.

"The medicine tastes horrible."

"Why don't you take another cold shower and spend the night right under the air-conditioner again?"

Scott was confused. "Mr. Dylan, that'll only make me even sicker."

Don't think that I'm still a kid! I'm attending kindergarten now! I know a lot of things.

"Since you don't like taking your medicine, you need to make yourself sicker so that the doctor can use a long needle to give you an injection and let you suffer in pain instead."

Most kids were afraid of needles, and Scott was no exception.

His mind began to picture a doctor coming over to him with a long needle. The doctor wanted to stab him with it, and he knew how painful it would be.