From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Caught picking up garbage!

Only then did Penelope open the car door and get in herself.

"Are you hurt?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"You're quite clever," Kelvin sneered, "knowing how to protect yourself."

"Just barely," Penelope said, subconsciously wanting to touch her abdomen.

But as soon as she realized Kelvin was right there, her movements abruptly stopped.

"This ends here," he warned, "don't even think about bothering Fiona."

"You really think highly of me. I don't have the guts to do that."

Fiona was his treasure, the woman he promised to marry. How could she compare?

She was the one who would suffer.

"But," Penelope said, "you've always hated it when someone touches your things. And I, I belong to you."

"Fiona is different." The answer not exactly sitting well with him.

"Because you love her, right?" Penelope pushed.

Kelvin didn't answer.

Love? It didn't seem like it.

It was more about responsibility.

After all, Fiona saved him with her body,

to give him a different feeling.

"I have already punished her," Kelvin pressed his temples. "What else do you want?"

Penelope sarcastically raised her lips. "What can I do? Do I deserve it?"

She knew her position, how could she dare to have any other thoughts?

Suddenly, her chin ached as Kelvin's fingers tightly gripped it.

"Stop making that sour face in front of me. Even if Fiona did something to you today, you still have to endure it for me!"

He was already leaning towards her, making Fiona go home and reflect on herself, . andAnd she still didn't appreciate it? Playing a small temper with him?

Kelvin's frustration grew even stronger!

"Understood," Penelope replied softly.

Only then did he let go, closing his eyes to rest.

But Kelvin couldn't fall asleep at all, his mind was troubled, his temples throbbed with pain.

Back in his office, he opened the bottom drawer and took out an incense.

The incense that Penelope had given him, and he had thrown it into the trash.

As he smelled the faint herbal scent, Kelvin's heart gradually calmed down and he fell asleep.

He didn't know how long had passed when Kelvin opened his eyes he justand saw Timothy Foster standing across the desk.

He was holding the incense, playing with it.

"This thing is pretty good, where did you buy it?" Timothy Foster asked, "Don't you have insomnia? This is the first time I've seen you sleep so soundly,soundly; I didn't have the heart to wake you up."

Kelvin coughed softly, "Give it here."

"Come on, appreciate it, share good things!" Timothy teased.

"I'm not saying it again."

"Okay, okay, here you go," Timothy Foster threw it at him, "You treasure this incense so much, who gave it to you, your sweetheart?"

Kelvin's face darkened slightly.

"No," Timothy Foster clapped his hands, "You're already a married man, how can you accept gifts from other women! So, it must be from Penelope!"

Kelvin's face darkened even more.

He stuffed the incense into the drawer, "If you have something to say, say it, if not, get out!"

"It looks like I was right!" Timothy Foster burst into laughter, "Who would have thought, Penelope is so talented... Mind if she makes one for me?"

"What do you want her to make it for?"

"I'll use it for whatever you use it for. I don't know what's inside, but the scent is soothing and calming."

Suddenly, Kelvin's lips curled up, "You want it that badly?"

"Yes." Timothy felt pleased.

"Alright," he nodded, "Let Penelope make one for the entire company."

Timothy Foster was taken aback, "Do you want to tire her out?"

"Good things should be shared by everyone."

Timothy Foster shrugged, "Let's get back to business then. What do you plan to name the jewelry department?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Kelvin began to think about it.

"Take your time, but allocate some budget for me first."

Kelvin agreed, "Sure. But I have to remind you of

"Something important,"

"What is it?" Timothy Foster said earnestly, thinking that Kelvin had something important to say. However, the result was...

"Stop protecting Penelope," Kelvin warned. "She's just an employee loaned to you, you know?"

Now that Penelope was under Timothy Foster's supervision, she indeed enjoyed a lot more freedom and ease.

Having worked abroad for several years, Timothy Foster favored a more liberal and humane management style, focusing on performance rather than attendance.

done well, it didn't matter

Foster replied.

to the jewelry department, Timothy

"Mr. Foster." Penelope said.

of those for me too, the one you gave

didn't understand. "What

aromatherapy," Timothy Foster gestured. "His is ugly, just change

me."

Then she understood.

it in the trash

retrieve it

Penelope responded. "Mr. Foster, I'll make one for you after

the way, Kelvin said it's quite good. Give one

Penelope exclaimed, "Huh?"

trouble sleeping," Timothy Foster explained. "Expense

And so...

in front of a heap of

o'clock

stretched her sore neck

her way back to The King Manor, she absentmindedly picked up a bottle

water.

hadn't been paid yet, but Timothy Foster shouldn't mistreat her. However, she wouldn't receive it until a

still had to earn

the baby's condition was unstable

needed to supplement

Money was needed everywhere.

became less boring because of picking up bottles.

she didn't even notice the car following her all

window half open, Kelvin stared

was actually... picking up trash!

she was so skilled, clearly

Ryan whispered, "Should I get Mrs.

"No need!"

really made him look at

during the day, picking up trash

all day today, he would never have found

Manor, Penelope looked

it a bit sparse.

to go around and

a hand reached out

startled and saw that it was

and insignificant you are?"

money with my own hands through honest

back to me!"

back, but Kelvin just threw

the mineral water bottle scattered all over the

Kelvin? Do you know how long I've been collecting that? Who gave you the right to

Kneel And Not Leave**Chapter ****23: If I Can't See You, I'll Kneel and

next chapter is just a

eyes started to

that desperate for money?" Kelvin stared at her. "Desperate enough to

trash and sacrifice your

money! What is dignity? What is pride? I lost all of that the moment you threw me into the psychiatric hospital! Just by staying alive, I have to put in

Mr. Davis, high and mighty, worth billions. Of course, you would never do something like this. But I'm just an ordinary person. If you tell me to roll, I'll roll. If you tell me to walk to work,

you would eventually find out, but compared to your anger, I'm more afraid

a tear and squatted

bottles.

"Stop picking them up!"

She didn't listen.

to stop!" Kelvin grabbed her

"Let go of me!"

bottles blocking their path and threw

panicked: "Mr. Davis,

said in a threatening

sir." Ryan hurried

up all her

"... Yes,

the boss fights, the assistant

middle

had to

driver's seat, personally driving, and suddenly stepped

pedal.

head almost hit

seatbelt. With this speed, she wouldn't

was in danger.

She couldn't die.

she couldn't because she

had to livecouldn't even more,

dare to open

going to happen!"

silent, gripping the steering wheel tightly, overtaking

the sedan the sensation of a

Manor, Kelvin finally

stop in time

car headedhey crashed

"Ah!"

forward and then

just a

in

the car and ran to the side

looked at her. "You're

"I...I get motion sickness!"

it's not your first timefirst-time vomiting." He squinted his eyes.

going on?"

a beat, afraid that he might suspect

quickly replied, "It's because the oats are too greasy, I can't handle them!

hospital was bad, which caused my stomach to become sensitive

Lily's oats and felt

said it!" Penelope looked at him. "Don't go back on

"I said it!"

she

body was being harmed.

himself. Penelope wanted him to punish her personally. How could she be defeated by a bowl

trash!" Kelvin warned. "If

you think I want to do

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