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.

under his breath. "That night, I, too, was thankful it was

from the start, yet the

day, Penelope woke up 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,

after enduring wave after wave of shocking truths, how could she

door and stepped out, only to bump straight into Kelvin's

door

you," Kelvin said. "I didn't expect you to come out just

Penelope glared at him

leisurely pace. He knew the rift between them was vast and mending it would take a significant amount of time and patience.

just being able to see her every day was enough

how to interact with

wouldn't let her

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lightly; Mrs. Davis was not giving Mr. Davis any respect. But Kelvin acted as if nothing had happened, not making a sound as if he accepted her decision. After all, he couldn't just force

the bus stop. Walking along, she noticed something odd. Passersby would glance at her and then take a

around, she saw Kelvin driving a flashy red Ferrari, conspicuously and

She was flabbergasted.

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

The epitome of cool.

muttered, quickening her pace to shake

slower she moved, the slower he followed. He was determined to follow her

bus stop, Penelope kept her head down, playing with her phone. Then

probably on their

so handsome

does he keep looking

I want to

waiting for someone? That

but resisted the urge to look over

attention on her phone

bus and swiped

girls grew more

"Yeah, it's right behind."

he chasing after his girlfriend? Did they have a

words. Finally, she could not take it