Chapter 73: Was It A Good Sign?

He deepened his kissed and held Kendra in his arms tightly. Lendon didn't stop until he was satisfied. The hot water in the tub became cold gradually. After a long time, Lendon finally let Kendra go, and they walked out of the bathroom.
They had dinner in their room tonight since Kendra couldn't walk properly. She could only sit on the bed. Lendon was with her all the time. He didn't allow her to do anything and insisted on feeding her.
"Lendon, I can help myself." Kendra tried to persuade him.
She was not a disabled person at all, but he kept treating her like one.
"No." Lendon refused, "Oh, by the way, I sent Anne to the hospital already." he suddenly uttered.
"What?" hearing him made her surprised, "You agreed to let her stay?"
"To be honest, I don't want her to stay, but I know you will insist if I won't help her." Lendon glanced at her. If he didn't give in, who knew what Kendra could do?
Kendra smiled and felt that Lendon yielded to her more and more frequently. Sometimes, he would be angry with her, but he would finally give her what she asked. Was it a good sign?
After three days, Kendra finally could get up. Anne was taken back to the castle, too.
"Anne, you will stay here with me for the time being. I want you to be healthy and have a good rest." Kendra showed Anne around the castle.
"Miss Miller, can you frankly tell me why you live here? I heard about Mr. Martin a lot these days. Who is he?" Anne looked at the paintings on the wall and asked.
"He is a duke, and he owns this castle." Kendra smiled and explained. She also glanced at the painting hung on the wall. Lendon looked dominant in this painting, and his aura possessed power.
"What? Who is him to you?" Anne asked worriedly.
Hearing that, Kendra's smile disappeared immediately.
"Miss Miller, please tell me the truth.
"Are you…" Anne stared at Kendra, and she stopped her words at the mid-sentence.
She noticed that Kendra became unhappy.
"Anne." Kendra interrupted Anne, "Don't worry. Just take this place as our home."
"Miss Miller, are you hiding something from me?" Anne asked again.
"No. It's complicated. We are…" Kendra hesitated. Who was she to Lendon? A friend? Lover? Sex partner? Kendra felt it was hard to define it.
"She is my woman." An arrogant voice came behind them. Kendra turned around and saw Lendon walking to her slowly. She even got mesmerized by his handsome appearance.
"Lendon," Kendra uttered his name awkwardly.
Lendon held Kendra's shoulder and glanced at Anne. Then, he looked at Kendra and asked, "Why don't you tell her the truth?"
"Truth what?" Kendra was confused.
"That you are my woman." Lendon snorted. Kendra felt speechless.
Anne looked at them confusedly, feeling worried. She knew Kendra must hide something from her.
"Do you want to keep it a secret?" Lendon asked unhappily.
"No, of course not." Kendra smiled and said, "Anne, you can go back to your room and take a rest now."
"Yes, Miss Miller." Anne nodded and was about to leave.
"No, you stay." Lendon suddenly stopped her. He seemed upset.
"What do you want to do?" Kendra's gaze flew to Lendon.
"Remember, she is my woman." Lendon raised his eyebrows, seriously staring at the old woman.
Anne just nodded.
"Why do you say this to her?" Kendra asked with dissatisfaction.
"You can go now." Lendon ignored Kendra and dispatched Anne immediately.
Anne looked at Kendra for a second and left.
"You are my girlfriend. Don't you want people to know about it?" Lendon rubbed Kendra's lips and asked predominantly. He wanted everyone to know that Kendra belonged to him.
"No, I just..."
"Don't explain." Lendon lowered his head and kissed Kendra suddenly. They exchanged breaths during this long kiss, and Lendon was happy.
Damn! He just left Kendra for a while, and he missed her so much! After a few minutes, Lendon stopped kissing her and held Kendra's hand. Then, he dragged her to the study room.
"We will have dinner here," Lendon suggested.
"Okay, if you want to,"
After dinner, Lendon sat on his working table and dealt with his business. As for Kendra, she just sat on a chair next to Lendon and read a book boringly.
No one said a word, and it was tranquil. Kendra could only hear Lendon tapping his keyboard, but she still couldn't concentrate. She kept recalling what Anne told her. Someone created an accident to kill her mom. And Marga may be the ringleader. If it was true, Robert might know the whole plan. Or, he may also be involved in it.
Thinking about it, Kendra suddenly felt a headache.
How could her father try to kill her mother? It was too ridiculous.
Suddenly, Lendon patted Kendra's head. Kendra came back to her senses and rubbed her head.
"Who are you thinking about? I am still here!" Lendon complained.
"No one," Kendra answered thoughtfully.
"What are you thinking about then?" Lendon gazed at her earnestly.
"Lendon, are you going to control my mind too?" Kendra began to argue.
"Of course!" His arrogant voice came in.
Kendra rolled her eyes and felt speechless.
"Tell me." Lendon insisted.
"Nothing," Kendra said casually.
"Kendra!" Lendon stared at Kendra and felt a little impatient.
Kendra rubbed her forehead helplessly.
Lendon was getting more and more unreasonable.
"I am thinking about what I can do in your office tomorrow." Kendra lied.
"There is nothing you need to do. Just stay with me." Lendon grabbed Kendra's hand and brought it to his lips.
"No, I will feel bored." Kendra hastily took back her hand.
"Do you think it is boring to stay with me?" Lendon felt annoyed. He looked unhappy.
"I can't just look at you the whole day." Kendra sighed.
"You can. You are entitled to that," Lendon insisted and said with an evil smile.
Kendra glanced at Lendon and said nothing.
"If you feel bored, you can be my secretary tomorrow," Lendon suggested.
"No." Kendra refused immediately. If she became Lendon's secretary, everyone would consider her as his mistress, though it was true.
"Then what do you want to do?" Lendon sat beside her, caressing her cheek.
Kendra knew it was useless for her to avoid, so she just closed her eyes and waited for Lendon's kiss. After a while, Kendra opened her eyes and saw Lendon started working again. Damn! He fooled her!
Kendra glared at Lendon and looked away.
It was getting late. Lendon stared at his laptop and looked at Kendra from time to time. He liked it when he could see Kendra anytime he wanted to see her, he felt relaxed. However, Kendra was not comfortable at all. She falls asleep and can barely open her eyes. Finally, she had to take a nap.
The study room was quiet but warm tonight.
After about two hours, he closed his laptop and glanced at his woman, who had fallen asleep. Lendon walked to her, bent, and rubbed Kendra's cheek. A warm smile formed at the corner of his mouth.
"Are you done?" Kendra suddenly woke up when she felt a warm caress. She opened her eyes slightly and saw Lendon next to her.
"Not yet. Are you sleepy?" Lendon asked softly.
"Yes, can I go to bed now?" Kendra asked him.
Lendon wanted to say no, but when he glanced at his watch and realized that it was late, he nodded.
Kendra got up and wanted to leave. However, Lendon grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her from the lips to the neck.
Kendra grabbed Lendon's shirt and trembled. Her sleepiness suddenly disappeared completely.
"Okay, go to bed now." Lendon let Kendra go after a minute.
Kendra nodded and left him. After she went back to her room, someone knocked on her door. Kendra thought it was Lendon, but it was Anne.
"Miss Miller." Anne smiled and greeted her.
"Anne, it's late. Why are you still up?" Kendra asked.
"I can't sleep. Can I talk to you?" Anne asked hesitantly.
"Come in." Kendra opened the door and let Anne in. Thinking about what happened just now, Kendra knew Anne must worry about her. Anne walked in, and they sat on the sofa.
"Miss Miller, may I ask if you are Mr.. Martin..." Anne frowned.
"Mistress?" Kendra chuckled and asked, "If I say I am not, will you believe me?"
"Of course. I know you are not that kind of woman." Anne said with a smile and felt relieved.
"But I am." Kendra vaguely said.
"What?" Anne asked surprisingly. "I said I am his mistress," Kendra said calmly without any hesitation. She didn't even have much facial expression.
"Miss Miller..." Anne stared at Kendra and felt heartbroken. She held Kendra's hands tightly and almost cried.
"It's okay. He is a good man. I owe some money to him, so I have to be with him. Though sometimes it's hard to please him, he is my strength," Kendra patted Anne's hand, comforting her.
"If Mrs. Miller knew, she would be heartbroken." Anne hung her head.
Speaking of her mother, Kendra also felt sad. However, things couldn't be changed. Even if her mom knew everything, there was no way to change it.
"Anne, do you have any evidence to prove what you said about the accident?" Kendra recalled their conversation last time.
"No, it's just my wild guess." Anne shook her head. She looked so sad, thinking that what happened to Kendra's mom was not a pure accident.
"Why?" Kendra asked, "Why do you have this suspicion?"
"It was too coincidental. And after Mrs. Miller passed away, I heard Marga talking to Mr. Miller one day." Anne hesitated and explained.
"What were they talking about?" Kendra asked nervously.
"I can't remember the details. Marga said she could finally inherit Mrs. Miller's wealth since she passed away. And Mr. Miller also seemed happy." Anne fidgetted.
When she heard this revelation, she looked pale.
"He is one of the murderers, too," Kendra murmured. She thought she might have misunderstood Robert, but it seemed her own father was one of the culprits.