From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 110 Penelope's Obsession

A wave of realization washed over Fiona, sparking a sweet giggle from her lips. "Of course... This ring is destined for the true Mrs. Davis." Her heart fluttered like a hummingbird as she delicately lifted the ring, presenting it to Penelope with a flourish.

"It's absolutely breathtaking. Even if the average person saved their entire lives, they'd never be able to afford such a piece," she boasted, a smug smile playing on her lips. "It's simply exquisite. When I wear this, every woman in L.A. will be green with envy."

Slipping the ring onto her finger, she twirled it in the sunlight, admiring the way it sparkled. It was a sight to behold, and Fiona was clearly enamored with its bold design. Striding over to Penelope, her eyes sparkled with delight. "Isn't it absolutely spectacular? All thanks to your design."

Penelope responded with a gracious smile, "I'd prefer if you didn't mention that I designed it when you wear it out."

can't have it?""Because it doesn't represent my best work as a designer," Penelope retorted coolly. "I wouldn't want people to think that something so tacky and tasteless came from me."Fiona's laughter filled the room, a smug smile curling her lips. "You're just jealous because you lost to me!"Penelope rose from her chair, the scrape against the floor echoing through the room. "Sure, every woman in the world is green with envy over you. I won't disturb your cozy little world anymore. I'm leaving.""Wait! You haven't been forgiven for killing my baby!" Fiona's words stopped Penelope in her tracks.

be her work that would suffer; the blow would be both emotional and physical.Fiona was taken aback by Penelope's irrefutable argument. "Mr. Davis, this, this... "Mif. Davis wii' want what's deschor the company, "Penelope-cuchn, Why rasit things here and now?" Just a little longer. A sliver of time. Fiona already wore the ring - the day to present conclusive evidence wasn't far off!Kelvin's gaze was deep and probing as he watched Penelope. "Penelope, go on making excuses." He wondered just how long she could stall. With each passing day, her pregnancy became more evident, a growing irritation in his sight.Without responding to him, Penelope hurried out. Back in the jewelry department, she felt restless, unsure if the bug would prove crucial. Amid her worries, Monica called her into the office."Come here, listen to this," Monica handed Penelope the specialized

slip."Was it expensive?" Penelope felt a pang of guilt, "You shouldn't have. I'll pay you back as soon as I get my paycheck.""It's not about the money," Monica reassured her. "What matters is

Davis, I really want to have your child... The miscarriage has left a deep emotional scar, but for you, I'm willing to overcome it.""We'll talk about it later." Fiona pouted, "We need to seize the moment. Who knows how many 'later opportunities' we'll have. I'll move into the master bedroom with you tonight."Penelope paused at that. Fiona hadn't moved into the master bedroom? She had assumed that when she shifted to the maid's quarters, Fiona had

prevent further incidents." Fiona stumbled over her words, unable to form a coherent sentence. She had just settled in and was starting to enjoy it, only to be kicked out again! Fiona felt a wave of dissatisfaction. After a pregnancy and a

glances, pressing her headphones tighter, suspecting she had heard wrongly. What did "perhaps" mean? Was Kelvin perhaps enchanted by Penelope? What was this supposed to imply?Fiona had not expected her question to elicit such a response. "Mr. Davis, are you really..." "My relationship with her is none of your concern," Kelvin interjected, "You should stay away