From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 122 The Devil's Romance

Kelvin, with a force unchecked, pushed Penelope aside. She stumbled backward, her footing lost, and she fell to the cold floor. The door slammed shut with a resounding echo, leaving Penelope alone. Kelvin was gone.

His expression of love was nothing short of sinister. Penelope's heart plummeted into an abyss as her fists clenched in silent defiance.

Night fell, and Kelvin walked beneath the cloak of darkness, an aura of menace clinging to him. Penelope was right again. He was a man who didn't understand love, a man who had never truly loved anyone. Once, he thought he loved Fiona, but now he realized he felt nothing for her.

However, his feelings for Penelope had deepened, slowly but surely, day by day. Kelvin had attempted to ease the tension between them, but his efforts were in vain. He was learning, he was yielding, but Penelope showed no appreciation. So, he decided to begin this affair in his own way - a devil's romance.

Kelvin adjusted his tie, a cruel, bloodthirsty smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. When he decided to truly start something with Penelope, he would stop at nothing to make her entirely dependent on him.

The following day, the sun rose slowly into the sky. Kelvin, with a cool and detached voice, commanded, "Go, bring Penelope here."

"Right away, Mr. Davis," came the obedient reply.

Sleep eluded Penelope, her mind plagued by the previous night's panic. She wasn't afraid of Kelvin's wrath; what truly terrified her was his sudden display of affection. His love was more overwhelming than his hatred! With unease churning within her, Penelope entered the dining room, "Did you want to see me?"

Kelvin, sipping his coffee with poised elegance, said, "Sit."

"I was just heading to the diner next to the office..."

"I won't ask twice."

This Kelvin reminded her of the man she first met - distant, aloof, and composed. Penelope reluctantly took a seat. The breakfast spread was lavish, the table laden with dishes, yet her appetite was nonexistent, and she ate with trepidation.

"I'm full," she said, setting down her fork.

Kelvin glanced over, "That's all you're having?"

appetite isn't great in the

eating." Ignoring her protests, he began serving her, "You

one look at his expression and she silently picked up her fork again.

days," he added,

words were laced with concern, yet

she replied, "I can

food in Penelope's mouth grew leaden and hard to swallow. She had a premonition... something was about to

Davis, I don't know what to do, Mrs. Wright is here at the gates-kneeling

You can't even keep one woman in check, and she ends up here

the butler replied, "I'll

leave," Kelvin ordered, a dark scowl on his face, "I don't want to

"Yes, sir."

ice towards her! When she had managed to finish the food he served

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"Take my car."

"I..."

"Try saying no."

choice, Penelope obediently got into his car. As they drove away from the King Estate, she caught a glimpse of Fiona's figure outside. She was pinned to the ground by two bodyguards,

hadn't left, scheming every possible way to get a chance to see Kelvin. And Kelvin? He was absorbed in the documents he was reading, utterly

slammed on the gas pedal, and Penelope lurched forward uncontrollably. A hand reached out, pressing against her forehead,

on?" Kelvin asked, his tone

Davis, someone's trying to stop the car. We would have

wide, was blocking the car's path, his body nearly pressing against the hood. Talk about a death wish! But then again, both he and Fiona were banking on Kelvin to skyrocket their careers. Now that their plan was falling apart,

explain..." The patriarch knelt in front of the car. "It was all my doing; she was just following my orders. Don't

"Mr. Davis!"