Love Knows No Bounds

Chapter 83

Dylan continued to glance at her suspiciously before he lowered his gaze to check her 'self-reflection essay'.

All he saw then was 'Dylan, I know I am in the wrong. I promise never to go fast when I drive from now on'.

He continued to flip through the next pages, only to see the same words being repeated over and over again.

Not only that, her legible handwriting from the first page had somehow ended up looking like wriggly worms by the end of her essay.

He didn't utter a word as his eyes stayed glued to the pieces of paper. He currently had a mysterious expression on his face that someone like Kendall couldn't read.

Finally, he waved the papers on his hand and coldly questioned her, "This is your 10,000 word self- reflection essay?"

She already anticipated his anger but still, she stubbornly explained, "It is. You didn't set any requirements in terms of the content, Dylan. You only wanted me to hit the word limit. What I wrote meets the only requirement you gave me."

He fell silent again when he realized that she had found a loophole in his words.

As he proceeded to keep the pieces of paper, she let out a relieved sigh while she looked at him. She had passed his trial.

However, this also meant that she wouldn't have a chance to take advantage of such a loophole anymore in the future.

"You must be hungry, Dylan. Let me take you to dinner."

He only threw a glance at her in silent approval.

Right as they got out of the room they were in, they were greeted by the sight of Amos and a few workers carrying pots of different flowers in the yard.

Kendall's steps somehow automatically came to a halt when she saw that.

"Dylan, can… can I go hang out for a bit?"

She was tempted to go over and see what flowers were being planted.

Some of the flowers had bloomed while the others hadn't, so Kendall guessed that flowering season was probably over.

There were a variety of floras within the Coleman Mansion's compound, and it took more than 10 gardeners to maintain. Whenever spring came, the entire mansion seemed to bloom along with the flowers, making every corner of the mansion a sight to behold.

On the other hand, Dylan's quarters didn't have many flowers and shrubs, but was mainly decorated by landscape trees that stay green throughout the year.

That was why Kendall couldn't help but get curious when she saw Amos instructing his workers to bring in lots and lots of potted flowers into the compound.

"Do as you please," Dylan said without much emotion, and he started to wheel himself.

Kednall seemed to hesitate for a while, but she couldn't fight the temptation and she went over to Amos.

Ronnie then quietly went behind Dylan and helped to bring the latter to the gazebo.

News of Dylan's actions had quickly spread across the mansion. Still, everyone kept their distance as they watched on. No one was reckless enough to gossip about it or join in on the fun.

Kendall was an anthophile. She used to dream of having her own garden where she could sit and connect with when she was free. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

She had also planted a lot of flowers when she was still living in her old home.

Amos was instructing a few workers to carry in pots of different flowers, such as peonies, roses, camellias, geraniums, paeonias, begonias, and many others. There were also really beautiful succulents among the plants that were brought in.

"Where are these flowers from, Mr. Miller? They look healthy! And those succulents! They look better the longer I stare at them," Kendall exclaimed as she took out her phone for a photo of the plants.

"We bought them from a florist," he replied with a smile. "There are some that we took from a garden.

Do you like these potted flowers, Young Mistress Kendall? It is past the flowering season for some of the plants here, but wait till spring comes. The yard will look as surreal as a painting when the flowers all bloom at the same time."

"I like them! I really do!" She continued to snap photos while nodding. "These roses are gorgeous too. I didn't even like roses, but I think I do now."

"I am glad you like them, Young Mistress Kendall," Amos said meaningfully.

At the very least, Dylan's effort didn't go to waste.

This was the first time in Amos' years of serving Dylan that he had witnessed Dylan trying to make a woman happy by getting a large scale of potted flowers for the yard.

"Young Mistress Kendall, please go ahead and have your meal. I will tell the workers to have these pots nicely placed. It will look different here by the time you return from your dinner with Young Master Dylan. It still looks a little messy now."

It did look somewhat unkempt because of numerous pots of flowers laying around here and there.

"Alright. I will take a few more photos before I go."

Not only did Kendall frantically take photos of the succulents, she also snapped a few of the flowers that were still blooming. They all became the treasures she kept in her phone's photo gallery.

It took her a while to take the number of photos she did before she finally went to Dylan, feeling satisfied.

A wide spread of exquisite food had been placed on the stone table under the gazebo.

Dylan was sitting in front of the table by himself and instead of waiting for Kendall's arrival, he had started eating on his own. The look on his face made it seem as though he was not happy with the dinner prepared tonight.

It was only until he heard Kendall's light footsteps that he relaxed his face, and he started eating more appetizingly.

"Oh—Dylan! Food is not going to be great if you eat alone. I am here to eat with you."

Kendall had made her excuse sound grand even though she was a freeloader who ate his food. She even had an expression on her face that looked as though she was doing Dylan a favor.

He initially wanted her to stand on her own feet, but she seemed to rely on him in almost everything, meals included, ever since she moved into his mansion.

The chefs always put their all into preparing different food for all three meals of the day. Only food that Dylan especially enjoyed would make a repeated appearance on the table.

His meals were always so scrumptious and delightful that Kendall couldn't help but feel as though she was dining with a king every time she ate with him.

As she sat across from him, she picked up the fork that the bodyguard had readied for her and put food onto Dylan's plate before she got herself some.

"Why did you get Mr. Miller to bring home so many potted flowers for the yard, Dylan?"

He only indifferently asked in return, "All these good foods but they still can't stop you from talking instead of eating?"

It was common knowledge to not talk during mealtime.

"I was just curious!" Kendall playfully giggled.

The mansion had always felt simple and clean, but the flowers had instantly changed the vibe his residence emitted.

Doing something like this was too abrupt compared to the way he usually did things.

After she took a few sips of the soup of the day, she suddenly turned to him and asked, "Are you doing this for me, Dylan?"

Upon hearing that, the man lifted his gaze and looked her in a way that she couldn't comprehend,

He also took some time before he stated, "Stop blowing your own trumpet. You are the type to think that you are all fancy after sticking a few pieces of gold on you, aren't you?"

Kendall started giggling in a silly manner after hearing his words. "Oh—I do want to have a few pieces of gold on me. Will you let me have some?"

"Ronnie!" Dylan suddenly called out.

Ronnie immediately walked under the gazebo and respectfully bowed as he inquired, "What are your orders, Young Master Dylan?"

"Go to Blake and ask for some gold from him. The young mistress wants gold. I will have to fulfill her wishes."

"Understood."

Mouth agape, Kendall quietly exclaimed to herself, Did he take my joke seriously?!

Still, she was curious to see if Ronnie would really return with gold.

It took a few minutes before both Ronnie and Blake came to the gazebo.

Under Kendall's cautious gaze, two bodyguards opened the brocade box they brought in with them, giving her a clear view of the items that were inside. It was filled with accessories, necklaces, rings, bangles, bracelets… Anyhow, they were all made from gold, and they glowed as light reflected off their shiny, yellow surfaces.

"We brought the gold, Young Mistress Kendall," Ronnie respectfully informed her.

Kendall didn't say anything, but she had a feeling that Dylan's intention was to gift her with jewelry.

But as she thought about it, she felt like she was, indeed, blowing her own trumpet. How could a man with a personality like Dylan's ever voluntarily give her a present?