From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 114 Which Suitor's Flowers?

He gently took her hand, his gaze fixated on the ring. "This isn't just a valuable piece, it's a symbol of Mr. Davis's affections-a gem that even Penelope doesn't possess!" His words provided a small measure of comfort, but she couldn't suppress her irritation towards Kelvin's attitude."Perhaps Mr. Davis is simply preoccupied," Fiona's father attempted to console her, "Don't let the small things get to you. Remember, we still hold the advantage in this situation.""But what advantage, Dad? Penelope's child has been around for ages and we've yet to rid ourselves of it. It's infuriating how that child seems to have nine lives!"Penelope's uncanny ability to continually turn the tables in her favor was a constant source of frustration. The mere thought of it was enough to incite anger."Patience, dear," Father counselled. "It's not something that can be rushed. Who could have predicted that despite your efforts-causing Penelope to fall down the stairs-her child would remain unscathed? She truly is a lucky one."Fiona crossed her arms in defiance. "Regardless of how much she apologizes, I won't forgive her. Not until her child is gone. As long as I stand my ground and shed a few tears for Mr. Davis, Penelope won't be able to hold out much longer!""Exactly, one step at a time," her father agreed. "Besides, she has no inkling about the true paternity of her child."In the midst of their conversation, he removed the ring from her finger, holding it with a sense of wonder. He'd never seen a diamond of such magnitude in his life, and now it was his daughter's!"Do you wear it every day, Fiona?""Of course, it's a head-turner. Every time I run my fingers through my hair, it catches everyone's attention!""But be cautious, it's quite valuable. If robbers or thieves... ""I'm not afraid," Fiona declared confidently. "Anyone who dares to rob me is signing their own death warrant. Mr. Davis wouldn't let anyone get away with that."The thought of not flaunting the ring was more unbearable to Fiona than the prospect of death. She took the ring back from her father, sliding it back onto her finger and admiring its sparkle anew."How's your injury?" he asked, a flicker of concern in his eyes. "That fall must have been painful.""It was," she admitted. "It felt like my bones were coming apart, and I still have bruises on my knees.""My poor girl," he sympathized, ever the doting parent.

blinked playfully, "Well, Mr. Foster, you have a big heart. Why not give it a try?""Please," Timothy scoffed, "I'm a debonair and carefree man, a leaf that doesn't stick in the pond of many flowers-I'm not ready to be tied down by a woman so soon.""Don't miss your chance... If some other man sweeps Minnie off her feet, you'll regret not acting sooner!""Me, regret? What's there to regret?"Though Timothy's words were tough, something didn't sit right with him, and he quickly strode over to Monica."Hey," he called out, "where did you get those flowers?"Monica looked at him, unfazed, "Why do you ask?""Shouldn't we be focused on work during business hours?"Monica gave him a look of disbelief, "I was just at the front desk, not parading around the office."Timothy's face was stern, "Who gave them to you?""I was just about to answer when-" Monica sniffed disdainfully, "does it really matter who they're from? What's important is how beautiful this sunflower bouquet is, full of life and energy."He retorted, "Well, everyone has

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