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."

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

calmly,

hand trembled. "The second step to proving my love for you begins now," Kelvin uttered gravely. "I'm entrusting my entire

afraid of

death comes by your hand,

bit her lower lip harder. "Kelvin, don't think... I can't do

can, you definitely

Penelope's trembling hand

would tear with just a poke. With a little bit more force from Penelope, the knife would

Kelvin reminded her again, "I hope you make it quick

fixated not on Kelvin's eyes, but on the sharp tip of

attempting to dodge or evade, Kelvin stood still, his life seemingly entrusted entirely to

not help but wonder, what was going through

he truly

she would not have the

next chapter is just

bad blood between us; two lives have already been lost. I've wished

So, do it,"

Penelope slowly

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

if she was speaking to herself

That's why I'm giving

life as payment?" she asked,

If you want my heart and my life, they're

eyes. "The Davis estate and the family name, the power and prestige-you're willing to give

I only want

arrogantly self-assured. Penelope found him impossible to

must be one of his tricks. He must have an ulterior

prodded, "It's only an inch-just a flesh wound, not lethal at

the

steadied, gripping the knife with newfound