From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 160 That Night, I Was Glad It Was You The truth of the matter was that Kelvin loved only himself. He was a selfish man! If she hadn't uncovered the truth, allowing Fiona to continue her tyranny, perhaps today it would have been her who laid in a pool of blood, on the brink of death from the lashes.

She had won, Fiona had lost completely, with no chance of turning the tides again. It's the victor who writes history.

But from another point of view... Fiona had won as well.

She had succeeded in destroying the relationship between Kelvin and Penelope, hiding the truth about that night, deceiving everyone, repeatedly calling Penelope's child a bastard, and provoking Kelvin to end the pregnancy.

Under the moonlight, Kelvin suddenly turned around, looked up, and gazed toward the balcony where Penelope stood.

Their eyes met. His lips moved and his voice was too soft for her to hear. But from the shape of his lips, Penelope guessed what he said, "Penelope." 'Penelope', he mentioned it with such intimacy.

Who was his Penelope... The enemy, the one she could never forgive in this lifetime! Without turning her head, Penelope walked to her room and drew the curtains closed. She didn't know how to face Kelvin.

Did she hate him? Yes, she did.

Did she love him?... Her heart had fluttered once. But Penelope would never admit it, and she certainly couldn't let Kelvin find out! For the life of her, she couldn't reconcile the tender man from that night with Kelvin.

How could he have such extrdual personas! To keep Kelvin from coming back to the room, Penelope locked the bedroom door from the inside. She didn't want to see him nor could she bear to share a bed with him! Though Penelope tossed and turned, struggling to fall asleep, exhaustion eventually took over, and she drifted off. Her breathing gradually steadied.

Outside the door, Kelvin was stranded. He looked at the butler. "Open it," Kelvin instructed.

The butler said, "It's locked from the inside, Mr. Davis." "Find a way," Kelvin said impatiently.

The butler had no choice but to pull out a large ring of keys, trying each one until... With a soft click, the door opened. Kelvin immediately slipped in, treading lightly. The moonlight from outside the window bathed her face in a tender and beautiful glow. He watched her quietly, wanting to touch her face but fearing he'd wake her, so he silently drew his hand back.

If Penelope were to be roused from her sleep, she would surely send him away, treat him with cold disdain. But for now, as she slept soundly, he could sit by her side, gaze at her a little longer.

"That night, it truly was you..." he muttered under his breath. "That night, I, too, was thankful it was you." Fate had intertwined them from the start, yet the recent outchad becso chaotic.

The following day, Penelope woke up to a bright morning. She looked at herself in the mirror. Haggard, puffy, especially around the eyes. Her double eyelids had turned into single ones, and not a trace of spirit was left in her appearance.

After shedding so many tears, after enduring wave after wave of shocking truths, how could she possibly look well? So, she applied slight makeup.

After getting ready, Penelope opened the door and stepped out, only to bump straight into Kelvin's chest. "... What are you doing standing outside the door this early?" she asked, annoyed and rubbing her nose.

"I wanted to wake you," Kelvin said. "I didn't expect you to cout just now." "Thanks, but no thanks." Penelope glared at him and descended the stairs.

Kelvin didn't say much, simply trailing behind her at a leisurely pace. He knew the rift between them was vast and mending it would take a significant amount of tand patience. These things couldn't be rushed.

For now, just being able to see her every day was enough to satisfy him.

Penelope ignored him. She hadn't figured out how to interact with Kelvin... although, what she truly wanted was to leave.

But he wouldn't let her go.

In the dining room, the table was set with an abundant breakfast, featuring both American and Continental options, with the house staff serving silently on the side. "From now on... I'll drive you to and from work," Kelvin said, "We've got plenty of cars at home." Penelope's refusal was crisp, "No need, the bus is fine for me." Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on novi L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! The butler, standing aside, cleared his throat lightly; Mrs. Davis was not giving Mr. Davis any respect. But Kelvin acted as if nothing had happened, not making a sound as if he accepted her decision. After all, he couldn't just force Penelope into the car.

Penelope felt the same, so after breakfast, she grabbed her purse and headed out for the bus stop. Walking along, she noticed something odd. Passersby would glance at her and then take a second look behind her.

Turning around, she saw Kelvin driving a flashy red Ferrari, conspicuously and unhurriedly following fifty meters behind her.

She was flabbergasted.

Kelvin sat in the driver's seat, cruising freely, one hand resting on the steering wheel, wearing sunglasses. The epitof cool.

"Crazy," Penelope muttered, quickening her pace to shake him off.

But the faster she went, the faster he drove; the slower she moved, the slower he followed. He was determined to follow her all the way! At the bus stop, Penelope kept her head down, playing with her phone. Then a group of girls nearby, probably on their way to school, whispered among themselves, "Wow, he's so handsand cool!" "Why does he keep looking over here?" "Quick, quick, I want to get a picture." "He's smiling! Is he waiting for someone? That car is super cool!" Penelope felt a wave of frustration but resisted the urge to look over at Kelvin, keeping her attention on her phone until the bus arrived.

She boarded the bus and swiped her card.

The group of young girls grew more excited, "That Ferrari is still following us!" "Yeah, it's right behind." "Is he chasing after his girlfriend? Did they have a fight or something?" Penelope was at a loss for words. Finally, she could not take it anymore, got out and briskly walked over to the Ferrari, tapping on the window.

Kelvin gave her a subtle smile, "I knew you'd cto find me." Penelope was dumbfounded.

"Get in," he said. "It's still quite the distance to the office." "Are you ever bored?" Penelope asked, "Kelvin, do you truly have that much free time?" "I'm just coming to work like normal," he replied, nonchalantly.

Penelope glared at him, "Don't think I don't know that you followed the bus at the way here." "Oh, you saw that," he said, acting all surprised and innocent.

"Is that fun for you?" she pressed.

Kelvin took off his sunglasses, answering nonchalantly "It's all fight. It would be more fun if you'd agree to sit in my passenger seat, though." Penelope turned on her heel and stormed off.

His voice followed her, "I'll keep following until the day you agree to e sit in my passenger seat." Penelope didn't look back.

Every day, going to and from work, a Ferrari trailed behind her... It was like being followed by a stalker! Kelvin was preparing for a war of attrition! When Penelope arrived at the company, Monica approached her desk, "Where were you yesterday? I looked everywhere and couldn't find you." "...I went to a nursing home," Penelope responded.

"Did your mother wake up?" Monica asked.

"Not yet..." Penelope answered, "but the doctor said her condition is stable." Monica nodded, "That's good. I kept calling you, and you didn't answer any of my calls.

I was so worried to death."