From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 130

Chapter 130 The Blade Beneath the Pillow

The rhythmic patter of solution droplets through the IV tube was the only sound Penelope could discern. Her heart felt like ash, devoid of any life or vitality. It was a fitting metaphor for her current state.

Kelvin was perched on the couch, a laptop precariously balanced on his thighs as he attended to business matters. It marked his first absence from the office since assuming the role of president of the Davis Group. The reason for his absence was Penelope. Regrettably, she didn't seem to appreciate his sacrifice.

His gaze was fixated on the computer screen, but his mind was far from focused. After responding to a message from Ryan and issuing several instructions, his fingers stilled on the keyboard. They only resumed their dance when a message from Timothy appeared.

"Kelvin, what's going on?"

"Mind your own business."

"Did Penelope wake up?" "Yeah."

Timothy's messages came in a rapid-fire succession, each one probing for more details about Penelope's condition. Kelvin chose not to respond. He closed his laptop, setting it aside as he massaged his temples. Glancing over, he noticed Penelope had drifted into sleep.

Her head was tilted to the side, eyes closed, an image of serenity. The potent combination of the IV sedative and her emotional exhaustion had done their job well. Kelvin approached her, gently tucking her in. It was only in sleep that a peaceful coexistence between them was possible. Once she awoke, the arguments would

resume.

"When will you ever just take it easy?" Kelvin mused, watching her peaceful visage. "Just a little would be enough."

With a sigh, he left the room. As the door closed behind him, Penelope's eyes fluttered open. She stared at the ceiling, unblinking, for what felt like an eternity. When her eyes began to sting from dryness, she finally allowed them to close. Her heart ached, making each breath a struggle.

Kelvin's voice, low and indistinct, echoed from the hallway, growing fainter with each step: Herreroperoseriformitler Jecrator'oper recritte-urbor." Mfs: Davis; "utte-Jouyaror exclaimed in surprise, "You-"

She walked past him, her face devoid of any expression. "Mr. Davis insisted you shouldn't leave," the bodyguard positioned himself in her path. "Mrs. Davis, you're not well. Please rest in your room."

"What if I insist on leaving?" Penelope retorted.

Davis... Please don't make

Kelvin, but she couldn't bring trouble upon these men who were merely doing their

and get some for

"An apple."

sec," the nurse

large basket filled to the brim with fresh fruit was delivered. It barely

like having some apple slices." Penelope stated, "Where's the paring knife?"

the couch, Penelope began to peel the apple

"Where did Kelvin go?"

respectful. "We aren't supposed to pry into Mr. Davis's

Davis, the lady of the house, requested his mobile. "Lend me your cellphone,

he replied, handing over

detached, icy voice echoed through

Ensure you're on nov L5s.com for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next

Penelope responded,

silence, Kelvin replied, his tone noticeably softer.

this different from

his voice firm yet gentle. "The person damaging my health is clearly you," she countered, her

up for now," Kelvin

my mind here," Penelope complained. "Send

"No."

raised an eyebrow. "If you can't, then let Minnie come

few seconds of silence, Kelvin hung

as she kept the peel intact in one unbroken curl. Not wanting to disturb her,

knife in her hand.

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