From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter138 I Want an RV and a Billion Dollars He had already started missing her.

Even though his hand had been nearly crippled because of her! Fiona refused to budge, "My condition is to stay by your side, Mr. Davis. I don't want anything else!" She wasn't foolish.

You need the chicken to have the eggs.

Houses and cars are just eggs; once you get them, they're gone.

But staying by Kelvin's side meant she could always ask for anything! "Fine," Kelvin suddenly said.

Fiona paused for a moment and then exclaimed with joy, "Mr. Davis, I knew you still loved me!" "It seems like you wish to walk away from it all, receiving nothing. Your wish shall be granted," Kelvin spoke up. "First thing tomorrow, you'll need to move out." "What?" Fiona, aghast upon hearing the news.

"I'm honoring your wishes. You said it yourself: you didn't want anything," said Kelvin.

He stood up and strode toward the door without any intention of wasting more tin this place.

"Mr. Davis, Mr. Davis!" Fiona's tone turned desperate as she grabbed his arm. "I... I really do love you..." Kelvin asked bluntly, "So?" "I'll take it," Fiona gritted her teeth. "I want the Riverside Apartments, a villa in the suburbs, a townhouse in a good school district. And a car... and a hundred million in cash!" Now that things had cto this, Fiona was looking out for her own interests.

A house, a car, and a hundred million would set her up for life without any worries! Kelvin had anticipated her demands; her earlier display of deep affection was nothing but a facade.

As soon as he threatened to leave her with nothing, she revealed her true colors, greedily demanding her share. To Kelvin, giving her these things was not an issue.

"Done," Kelvin responded. "I'll have Ryan take care of the property transfer. The hundred million will be wired to your bank account." Only then did Fiona breathe a sigh of relief, feeling secure with the promise of that money.

Still, she feigned concern, "Mr. Davis, I don't know what kind of spell Penelope has cast on you, but I want you to know I'm still here, waiting. Whenever you remember what we had, you can always cback to me..." Kelvin, expressionless, was already on his way out.

Fiona saw him to the elevator, her demeanor one of reluctance. She said, "Mr. Davis, I'll wait for you to caround." He didn't say a word.

As the elevator doors closed, Fiona's expression twisted into a malicious one. 'Such clever tactics, Penelope... But did you truly think you could defeat me? What a joke! Penelope, you've lost your child, and Kelvin, it's your loss too! You are the truly unfortunate ones!' "Ha, such great news should be shared with even more people," Fiona said through clenched teeth. "Wait and see!" She still had a powerful strategy to use against Penelope! She wasn't the pitiful one; she got the properties and the money. Penelope and Kelvin were the unfortunate ones! They'd lost their child and didn't even know it.

Downstairs, a car was already waiting.

Kelvin slipped into the back seat: "To the hospital." "Yes, Mr. Davis." He then inquired, "What has she been up to today?" Mrs. Davis had been remarkably quiet, staying in the hospital room without stepping out, and she had been eating quite a bit. The ever-obedient Penelope... it was somewhat out of character for her.

In the hospital room.

Penelope looked at the elegant meal in front of her and started eating with her fork at a leisurely pace.

Kelvin walked in and sat down beside her.

She acted as if he were invisible.

"I haven't had dinner yet," Kelvin spoke up.

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on nov L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! "Oh," Penelope said dismissively.

He furrowed his brow. "You should be a little more considerate, you know?" Caught up in work, dealing with the Fiona situation, and now rushing over to see her... She didn't seem to appreciate any of it, at all.

"There are plenty who would dote on you, ready to cook and clean for you," Penelope said. "Why bother with me, only to get rejected?" She was the only one who dared to give Kelvin such a cold shoulder.

The servant, overhearing their conversation, didn't dare to make a sound.

Kelvin ate gracefully, making it appear that even the act of eating was more satisfying beside her.

"Oh, by the way," Penelope suddenly remembered, "let's get a divorce." His hand holding the fork paused.

"The child is gone, and the Davis family won't side withanymore. You can marry Fiona," Penelope said. "It's tto put an end to our marriage." "I advise you to take back what you said," Kelvin demanded.

But Penelope continued persistently, "The settlement papers are signed. Just three months remain. With the divorce waiting period, we can apply for a divorce a month early..." With a loud "snap," Kelvin slammed his fork down.

"What are you getting mad about?" Penelope tilted her head to look at him. "You drafted the divorce agreement and hadsign it." "Are you trying to anger me?" Kelvin was getting upset.

"I'm simply reminding you of what you've done in the past." Finishing her point, Penelope went back to eating.

As her fork was about to reach into the dish, Kelvin, with a swipe of his hand, knocked the table over.

"Penelope, do you honestly not want to live a good life anymore?" he exclaimed.

"My life hasn't been good since the day you cinto it," she retorted.

"We can leave the past behind; there's still the future!" Kelvin rebutted.

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Happy reading! Penelope clenched her teeth and then suddenly slammed her fork down.

"The past? Tellhow to leave it behind?" she looked at Kelvin. "You make it sound so easy you weren't ve the one who spent two years in a mental institution, who was tortured, who lived like a dog, eating leftovers and sleeping on the floor!" "Because back then, I didn't know I would fall in love with you!" he confessed.

"Ha, is that supposed to be a om justification for everything? Just because you love me, am I supposed se you love to forget all the torment I went through and be with you? Why should I?" Penelope questioned him. Why? Kelvin was a man of extrpassions - to love, to hate, to torment as he pleased.

Was she meant to submit so easily? His gaze bore into her, a firestorm almost bursting forth, a vein throbbing visibly on his forehead.

Every single time... he'd lose his mind over Penelope's antics! Someday, she was going to be the death of him! An enraged Kelvin was still terrifying, nonetheless.

Penelope was worried, she knew that angering him would only leave her hurt in the end.

But then...

Kelvin's voice was unnervingly calm. "All right, I'll give you stime," he said, "Tellyour terms." "I want a divorce," she demanded.

"That's not going to happen," he replied.

Penelope pressed on. "Then, at least let my father go." "No way." Penelope laughed dismissively. "If nothing is possible, then there's nothing to discuss." "Don't push me!" Kelvin retorted.

"I knew you wouldn't agree. I asked you on purpose," she said sarcastically.