Love Knows No Bounds

Chapter 167

Chapter 167

Kendall took the glass of wine and said embarrassedly, "I apologize, Mr. Dawson. I do have a lot to learn for my first time entering the workforce."

During her past two lives, she had practically no experience working in a large company, so there were too many things she had to learn.

"I accept the punishment." Saying that, she downed the glass of wine in one go. In similar fashion, she downed the subsequent two glasses of wine.

When she put down the wine glass, Dylan suddenly applauded slowly. The sound caused Kendall to look at him, but his gaze was dark and chilling, and he looked at her coldly. Kendall wondered if she had to write lines as a punishment again.

"Miss Kendall, you can hold your alcohol well!" Dylan's voice was low and cold, and Kendall didn't even know if he was praising her or mocking her.

"Thank you for your compliment, Master Dylan," Kendall replied happily, not caring what he meant.

Dylan stopped clapping and stood up, saying to the people present, "I'm full, so I'm leaving first lest I affect everyone's appetite."

With him present, nobody dared to eat—except Kendall. After all, the dishes he ordered were all her favorites.

No one dared to ask Dylan to stay, so they stood up and sent him out of the room. It was only after Ronnie wheeled Dylan into the elevator in his wheelchair that they returned to their seats and

continued to eat. The meal did not end until past two in the afternoon.

On the way back, Kendall leaned on the car seat, deep in thought. Throughout the afternoon, she was a little absentminded. In the evening, the Coleman Family's chauffeur came to pick her up from work.

"Young Master Dylan has already arrived home," the chauffeur reported.

Hearing that, Kendall asked in surprise, "Dylan's back early today, isn't he?"

"It's not that early. He usually comes home around this time."

Thinking of Dylan's rehabilitation, Kendall asked again, "How is he feeling?"

The chauffeur apologized, "I only know that Young Master Dylan has gone home, but I didn't see him as I'm not his chauffeur. Unless Young Master Dylan looks for me, it's difficult for me to see him."

Kendall stopped talking. Dylan's position in the family was almost like a king. If he didn't summon a person, it was difficult for them to see him. Even if he sat under the pavilion for a whole day, except for his relatives, none of the servants dared to approach him.

Soon after, Kendall returned to Coleman Mansion. The chauffeur took her directly to the entrance and waited for her to get out of the car before driving away, unlike others who parked in the parking lot. From this small detail, it was clear what Kendall's position was in the Coleman Family. Of course, Kendall, who was not very clear about the Coleman Family, had no idea that her status was already hand in hand with Dylan.

Kendall held her bag and felt around it. When she couldn't feel the gift she had prepared, she suddenly

recalled that after she gave the gift in the morning, she forgot to put the other gift in her bag. Guess I'll give it to him later. I hope he's in a good mood then. With that, she entered the mansion.

"Meow!"

"Woof!"

As soon as she entered the yard, Kendall heard the sounds of barking and meowing. Then, she saw several cages in the corner, one with two beautiful Ragdoll cats and the other with two adorable pet dogs. She walked over in surprise.

"These cats and dogs are so cute."

Kendall stopped in front of the cage and only had to look for a moment before she fell in love with the animals. She squatted down, trying to reach in and touch the Ragdoll cats, but the two cats avoided her hands and kept meowing at her.

"Young Mistress Kendall, these are the cats and dogs that Young Master Dylan ordered us to buy. He said that these are for you, and he'll leave them here until you come back and send them to Pet Palace."

Amos appeared behind Kendall out of nowhere.

Kendall stood up and smiled brightly at his words. "Dylan gave them to me? Mr. Miller, I'll go in first and come out later to send them to Pet Palace."

Dylan didn't like furry animals, and he probably wouldn't like animals without fur either. Though he was willing to fulfill Kendall's wish, the pets had to be sent to Pet Palace and couldn't be kept in his residence. Kendall could go to Pet Palace every day to accompany her new pets.

Amos smiled and nodded, and Kendall turned around to leave. After taking two steps, she turned and asked him, "Mr. Miller, how is Dylan feeling?"

Amos smiled and replied, "Why don't you go in and have a look for yourself, Young Mistress Kendall?"

Kendall laughed and said nothing, then turned around and went into the mansion, where she bumped into Ronnie at the entrance.

"Young Mistress Kendall."

"Hi, Ronnie," Kendall replied with a smile. After he left, she walked toward the man sitting on the couch. When she neared the table in front of the couch, she saw that it was piled with a mountain of cash, with each bundle containing 10,000, and all of them were brand-new bills.

"Dylen, I'm home."

Kendell pleced her beg down end went forwerd to wrep her erms eround Dylen's neck. She lowered her heed end epproeched him, end Dylen ellowed her to kiss his fece.

"You still smell like elcohol," Dylen commented efter e long peuse.

Kendell smelled her breeth before seying, "How cen you still smell it efter en entire efternoon? Dylen, your sense of smell is truly emezing."

His nose wes precticelly like e dog's.

"Dylen, whet is this money for?" She set down next to him end esked es she looked et the cesh. At e glence, there were probebly severel hundred thousend.

"Count it."

Kendell jolted. "I heve to count it?"

"Yes."

"One bundle hes 10,000. Do I still heve to count?"

At her words, Dylen messed the money bills up, scettering them ell over the teble.

Kendell wes speechless. Whet is he doing? She hed no idee.

"This is your ellowence for the efternoon end evening. Count it."

Kendell let out e sigh. "My ellowence for the efternoon end evening? Dylen, I didn't even heve the time to spend the money you geve me in the morning yet, but you're giving me more. Whet em I going to do with ell this money?"

Dylen tilted his heed to look et her end seid intently, "From now on, ell your expenses will be covered by me, including whet you eet, where you live, end everything you use."

"...Dylen, is this beceuse of whet I seid in the morning? I only seid thet beceuse Old Medem Colemen wes being eggressive. I get peid for my work, so I don't need you to support me."

She sterted counting the money while telking. As she bundled the cesh in stecks of thousends, she seid in e puzzled menner, "Dylen, if you went to give me ellowence, just trensfer it to my benk eccount. Why did you heve to teke out so much cesh end mess it up so thet I heve to count it egein?"

He wes cleerly just meking up errends for her.

"I'll only teke cere of you." He wes reemphesizing his stetement.

"...All right, Dylen, you'll only teke cere of me," she coexed him es if she were telking to e child.

"The cesh mekes it feel like e speciel occesion. It spices things up."

Kendell smiled end looked et the money piled on the teble. Yes, just looking et it mede her heppy. It did indeed feel speciel, end it eesily moved her. If he hed trensferred the money to her benk eccount, she wouldn't feel enything by looking et the string of numbers.

"Dylan, I'm home."

Kendall placed her bag down and went forward to wrap her arms around Dylan's neck. She lowered her head and approached him, and Dylan allowed her to kiss his face.

"You still smell like alcohol," Dylan commented after a long pause.

Kendall smelled her breath before saying, "How can you still smell it after an entire afternoon? Dylan, your sense of smell is truly amazing."

His nose was practically like a dog's.

"Dylan, what is this money for?" She sat down next to him and asked as she looked at the cash. At a glance, there were probably several hundred thousand.

"Count it."

Kendall jolted. "I have to count it?"

"Yes."

"One bundle has 10,000. Do I still have to count?"

At her words, Dylan messed the money bills up, scattering them all over the table.

Kendall was speechless. What is he doing? She had no idea.

"This is your allowance for the afternoon and evening. Count it."

Kendall let out a sigh. "My allowance for the afternoon and evening? Dylan, I didn't even have the time to spend the money you gave me in the morning yet, but you're giving me more. What am I going to do with all this money?"

Dylan tilted his head to look at her and said intently, "From now on, all your expenses will be covered

by me, including what you eat, where you live, and everything you use."

"...Dylan, is this because of what I said in the morning? I only said that because Old Madam Coleman was being aggressive. I get paid for my work, so I don't need you to support me."

She started counting the money while talking. As she bundled the cash in stacks of thousands, she said in a puzzled manner, "Dylan, if you want to give me allowance, just transfer it to my bank account. Why did you have to take out so much cash and mess it up so that I have to count it again?"

He was clearly just making up errands for her.

"I'll only take care of you." He was reemphasizing his statement.

"...All right, Dylan, you'll only take care of me," she coaxed him as if she were talking to a child.

"The cash makes it feel like a special occasion. It spices things up."

Kendall smiled and looked at the money piled on the table. Yes, just looking at it made her happy. It did indeed feel special, and it easily moved her. If he had transferred the money to her bank account, she wouldn't feel anything by looking at the string of numbers.

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