From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter134 Dying at Your Hands Would Be Worth It

Penelope's blade was concealed, hidden away within the confines of her pillow. She wondered, could Kelvin possibly know? She dared not dwell on the thought, holding her breath as if the very act of exhaling could shatter the world around her.

"Why are you so scared of me touching your pillow?" Kelvin's voice was light, teasing as he gently pried her fingers away.

"I'm not..." she stammered, unable to complete the thought.

"Scared I might find it?" he finished for her.

Before she could react, Kelvin's nimble fingers retrieved the hidden knife from within the pillowcase. Penelope was frozen with shock. He knew. He knew about the knife! But how?

"I bet you're surprised, aren't you?" Kelvin's hand, veins protruding slightly, gripped the knife handle. "You hide it well, yet I found out..."

"You... how..." Penelope stuttered, the words failing her. She felt it again, the terrifying depth and cunning of this man!

"You ordered the bodyguards to buy lots of fruit, but the knife was missing. It wasn't hard to guess," Kelvin said nonchalantly.

Penelope bit her lip. "The room is only so big; where else would you hide it except the pillow?" Kelvin continued. "Now, Penelope, tell me, what were you planning to do with this knife?"

He raised an eyebrow, an image of composure, without any anger. Having been found out, Penelope decided there was no longer any point in hiding the truth.

"I want to kill you!" She locked eyes with Kelvin, "Ever since you came into my life, all you've brought me is endless pain! Now, you've even taken my child from me. You and I... we can't coexist under this sky!"

"Do you hate me that much?" Kelvin asked.

"Yes!"

"Is it just because of the child? Is that why you hate me so much?"

Penelope retorted, "No, it's everything you've done to me. I wish you'd be dead!"

With each word she spoke, Kelvin's smile grew wider. He nodded, "All right. Penelope, I'll give you that chance. Take my life, take my heart."

With that, Kelvin offered her the knife. Penelope didn't take it. He pressed it into her hand, forcing her to grip the handle. "Be careful, it's sharp. Don't hurt yourself."

want to kill you, and you're giving me the knife?" She had expected Kelvin to take the knife back, to throw it away, to keep it out of her reach

Kelvin calmly, "Go

for you begins now," Kelvin uttered gravely. "I'm entrusting

afraid

your hand,

lip harder. "Kelvin, don't think... I can't do it. Don't think

can, you definitely can.

He even steadied Penelope's trembling hand and directed the tip of the knife towards

a sapphire blue shirt. The thin fabric would tear with just a poke. With a little bit more force from Penelope, the knife would pierce the

"I hope you make it quick and precise, don't prolong it. The pain is more

but on the sharp tip of the

evade, Kelvin stood still, his life seemingly entrusted

help but wonder, what was

he truly

would not have the heart, that

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

tightly. "There's a sea of bad blood between us; two lives

do it,"

still clenched, Penelope slowly began to

through Kelvin's shirt, yet his expression remained unchanged, as if the blood staining his

found herself repeating, unsure if she was speaking to herself or to him. "I hate

cruel to you before. That's why I'm

she asked,

my heart and my life,

"The Davis estate and the family name, the power and

them," he answered firmly, "Now, I

arrogantly self-assured. Penelope found him

he possibly be willing to die? This must be one of his

why have you stopped?" Kelvin prodded, "It's only an inch-just a flesh wound, not

down, staining the

steadied, gripping the knife with