From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 160 That Night, I Was Glad It Was You

The truth of the matter was that Kelvin loved only himself. He was a selfish man!

If she hadn't uncovered the truth, allowing Fiona to continue her tyranny, perhaps today it would have been her who laid in a pool of blood, on the brink of death from the lashes.

She had won, Fiona had lost completely, with no chance of turning the tides again. It's the victor who writes history.

But from another point of view... Fiona had won as well.

She had succeeded in destroying the relationship between Kelvin and Penelope, hiding the truth about that night, deceiving everyone, repeatedly calling Penelope's child a bastard, and provoking Kelvin to end the pregnancy.

Under the moonlight, Kelvin suddenly turned around, looked up, and gazed toward the balcony where Penelope stood.

Their eyes met. His lips moved and his voice was too soft for her to hear. But from the shape of his lips, Penelope guessed what he said, "Penelope."

'Penelope', he mentioned it with such intimacy.

Who was his Penelope... The enemy, the one she could never forgive in this lifetime! Without turning her head, Penelope walked to her room and drew the curtains closed. She didn't know how to face Kelvin.

Did she hate him? Yes, she did.

Did she love him?... Her heart had fluttered once. But Penelope would never admit it, and she certainly couldn't let Kelvin find out!

For the life of her, she couldn't reconcile the tender man from that night with Kelvin.

How could he have such extreme dual personas!

To keep Kelvin from coming back to the room, Penelope locked the bedroom door from the inside. She didn't want to see him nor could she bear to share a bed with him!

Though Penelope tossed and turned, struggling to fall asleep, exhaustion eventually took over, and she drifted off. Her breathing gradually steadied.

Outside the door, Kelvin was stranded. He looked at the butler. "Open it," Kelvin instructed.

The butler said, "It's locked from the inside, Mr. Davis."

"Find a way," Kelvin said impatiently.

The butler had no choice but to pull out a large ring of keys, trying each one until... With a soft click, the door opened. Kelvin immediately slipped in, treading lightly. The moonlight from outside the window bathed her face in a tender and beautiful glow. He watched her quietly, wanting to touch her face but fearing he'd wake her, so he silently drew his hand back.

If Penelope were to be roused from her sleep, she would surely send him away, treat him with cold disdain. But for now, as she slept soundly, he could sit by her side, gaze at her a little longer.

truly was you..." he muttered under his breath. "That night,

had intertwined them from the start, yet the recent

to a bright morning. She looked at herself in the mirror. Haggard, puffy, especially around the eyes. Her double eyelids had turned into single ones,

so many tears, after enduring wave after wave of shocking truths, how could she possibly look well? So, she applied some

and stepped out, only to

the door

to wake you," Kelvin said. "I didn't expect

but no thanks." Penelope glared at him and descended

much, simply trailing behind her at a leisurely pace. He knew the rift between them was vast and mending it would take a significant amount of time

see her every day was

ignored him. She hadn't figured out how to interact with Kelvin... although, what she truly wanted was

wouldn't let

an abundant breakfast, featuring both American and Continental options, with the house staff serving

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as if nothing had happened, not making a sound as if he accepted

felt the same, so after breakfast, she grabbed her purse and headed out for the bus stop. Walking along, she noticed

red Ferrari, conspicuously and unhurriedly following fifty

She was flabbergasted.

sat in the driver's seat, cruising freely, one hand resting on the steering

The epitome of cool.

Penelope muttered, quickening her pace

faster she went, the faster he drove; the slower she moved, the slower he followed. He was determined to

her head down, playing with her phone. Then a

their way to school, whispered

so

does he keep looking over

quick, I want to get a

for someone? That car is super

felt a wave of frustration but resisted

her phone

bus and swiped her

more excited, "That Ferrari is still following

"Yeah, it's right behind."

he chasing after his girlfriend? Did they have

words. Finally, she could not take it anymore, got out