From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 133 Give Her Your Heart The tables had now turned in a way Fiona could never have anticipated. She had never envisioned a scenawhere Penelope would seize control, emerging victorious. The taste of defeat was bitter and hard to swallow.

"I won't forget this, Penelope," Fiona hissed under her breath, a promise of retribution laced with venom. "Just givea chance, and you'll pay dearly. You'll be on your knees begging for my mercy!" In a fit of rage, she scrubbed her face harshly, her eyes shooting daggers at the toilet as she gagged once more. She had swallowed the water used to clean the brush, the repugnant toilet water. That detestable Penelope! She resolved to consult with her father and devise a plan.

As Penelope was on the verge of closing the door to her hospital room, Kelvin's hand intervened. Despite her efforts to shut it, his superior strength prevailed, pushing it open effortlessly and stepping inside.

"Why are you following me?" Penelope questioned, her brows furrowing. "Shouldn't you be consoling your dear Fiona?" "Why would I do that?" he retorted.

"Isn't she your darling, your sweetheart?" "She's not. You are," Kelvin declared plainly.

His candid admission left Penelope momentarily speechless. Were all men this audacious? Charming when in love, yet frigid when not.

Penelope scoffed, "I remember how attentive you were to Fiona, how swiftly things change. It's all smiles for the newcomer, tears for the one left behind." "I never had feelings for Fiona," he confessed.

"And you believe that?" she challenged.

"It's true," Kelvin asserted, meeting her gaze. "It was always about responsibility, from the start till now." "Responsibility?" she echoed, perplexed.

"It's a long story, but I'll handle it. It's an issue between us, not about love, but responsibility." "Is it because she once saved or helped you, and now you're paying a debt?" Her conjecture was far-fetched, but to her astonishment, Kelvin nodded, "You could say that." Her eyes widened in disbelief; she had guessed correctly.

"So you married her, indulged her, because of this responsibility?" He murmured his agreement.

After a few seconds of intense eye contact, Penelope averted her gaze, "Oh, so what does this have to do with me?" "I wanted to be clear and tell you the truth." Initially, Kelvin believed he had feelings for Fiona. However, as he grew to know her better, he realized her temperament and character were not something he could accept. Penelope's stubbornness had unwittingly ensnared his heart, a fact neither of them had realized.

"Ha, men..." Penelope sighed deeply, "Falling out of love can happen in the blink of an eye." Suddenly, she found herself feeling a pang of pity for Fiona.

Fiona had believed that clinging to Kelvin would secure her future. But what had transpired? When Kelvin declared his love had dissipated, it evaporated without a trace.

Now, Fiona was left with nothing, struggling to comprehend the harsh reality, clinging to the hope that Kelvin would have a change of heart.

But the truth was...

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Penelope reclined on the hospital bed, picked up the book beside her, and began to read leisurely.

She chose to disregard Kelvin entirely, leaving him standing there in solitude.

This was the first tKelvin had been left in such a predicament, and naturally, he wasn't pleased.

"Don't you believe me?" He raised an eyebrow. "You sure are hard to please." "Are you trying to sweet-talk me?" "Yes, haven't you noticed?" Penelope fell silent.

"I'm running out of patience," Kelvin declared, pulling a chair beside the bed. "Penelope, anyone should know when to play along." "Sorry, but playing along isn't my style. Go coax someone else; I don't need it." His brows furrowed in clear displeasure.

Penelope's fingers traced the edges of the book's pages, her mind striving to plunge into the depths of the story. Yet, Kelvin's unrelenting gaze bore into her, disrupting her concentration and making immersion an impossible feat.

"It's quite laughable," she declared, her voice echoing in the room as she shut the book with a soft thud. "You cast aside Fiona, who holds meaning in your life, and now you attempt to court me. Kelvin, the only thing we share is animosity. Once your ty fades, my life could descend into a state far more miserable than Fiona's." Penelope was not a woman blinded by the whimsical fantasies of romance. She was lucid, her mind clear and sharp. She comprehended the fragility of Kelvin's proclaimed love and cast doubts upon its authenticity. To naively believe him and fall into his arms would be the prologue of a tragic tale.

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Kelvin was responsible for the demise of their unborn child. A wave of hatred surged within her each tof it, a feeling she knew she thought of it, a feeling she could never forgive him for. He also held the firm belief that her father had orchestrated his own father's death. This colossal misunderstanding formed a chasm between them, a gap too wide to ever bridge. In silence, Kelvin observed her, his eyes as deep and infinite as the night sky. Their gazes locked, a silent standoff. Penelope didn't back down. "Kelvin, you've never truly loved anyone else, not Fiona, not me, but... yourself." His love for himself was paramount. He was a man ruled by selfishness.

"Is that so?" His lips twisted into a sudden, smug smirk. "Penelope, how then shall I prove my love to you?" "Weren't you the one who claimed you'd lovein your own way? Your first step was to rob us of our child."

The mere mention of this still stirred a storm within her. When she looked at Kelvin, hatred still seethed in her heart. "Okay, Now I'm moving on to En. phase two," Kelvin announced, his eyes a mixture of resolve and something far more sinister. "I'm proving my love for you."

A sense of dread slithered and coiled in the pit of Penelope's stomach. Kelvin was a devil. A devil in love, if he could evendabefit as such. What did A he plan to prove? Surely not in a manner she could comprehend, not even in her most horrifying nightmares! A flicker of panic crossed her eyes, her voice trembling as she asserted, "I don't need your proof. I despise you. Love can't bloom in soil tainted by hatred. I neither need nor want your love!" "But if I say you need it, then you need it." Kelvin rose to his feet, his movements slow and deliberate as he began to close the distance between them. Fear gripped Penelope, her hands pressing against the mattress as she instinctively recoiled. "What are you doing, Kelvin? Stay away from me!" In her state of panic, she remembered the knife concealed under her pillow. It was meant for protection, meant to be used... against Kelvin if necessary. Should she reach for it now? As she hesitated, Kelvin stopped, his breath intermingling with hers, invading her personal space. "Proving love... means offering your heart," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "Penelope, do you want my heart?" She shook her head instinctively. His lips curled into a smirk. "No, you do want it." In the next instant, his hand darted towards her pillow, and her heart pounded in her chest. Her hand shot out, gripping the pillow tightly. "What are you doing with my pillow!"