From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 167 Beg Me

"Do you really expect me to believe that? I know you too well. Always thorough, always striving for perfection... and Penelope, she's the apple of your eye. You'd be terrified at the mere thought of a scratch on her, let alone anything more serious. You must have everything calculated!" Fiona sneered,

Kelvin's eyes bore into hers, "Penelope is in your hands, I can't make a wrong move. I came alone to show you that I'm here to negotiate."

"There's nothing to negotiate!" Fiona stated.

"I can give you anything you want, anything," Kelvin insisted, his gaze fixed on her, "as long as it's within my power!"

"Really? Anything?" Fiona asked, mockingly.

"Yes!" Kelvin insisted.

"With the way you echo each other, you and Penelope really are two peas in a pod!" Fiona sneered.

Penelope looked at Kelvin, his face even more stern than usual, but upon closer inspection, there was a flicker of panic in his expression.

He was afraid that Penelope would get hurt, afraid that she might leave him forever... It was something he couldn't bear to imagine. So, he was prepared to do whatever it

took to save her... even if it meant sacrificing his own life.

"Talk to me," Kelvin said firmly, "Just let Penelope go, Fiona, and we can work everything else out."

"If I let her go, then I lose my leverage!" Fiona was frantic, her hand shaking, causing the knife to dance dangerously close to Penelope's neck, deepening the cut.

Blood kept flowing. The vivid red stung Kelvin's eyes.

"You can come at me," Kelvin offered, "You can put that knife against my neck... but please, please let Penelope go."

Fiona burst into mocking laughter, "What was that you said?"

"Please, I'm begging you, let her go," he repeated.

Davis is actually begging me! Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Penelope, did you hear that? Your proud Kelvin is begging me for you!"

felt a whirlwind of emotions. The pain in her neck seemed less significant

separated from Kelvin,

Kelvin, have you seen what I've done to my own face with a knife? Now... I want Penelope's face to look the

raised the knife high and

"No!" Kelvin shouted.

scream tore through the

tearing. A sharp pain seized

face away, a long, crimson gash stretching across her cheek, nearly two

first cut...

his whole body was

have taken that knife to his own face in a heartbeat to spare her. Penelope gasped, a shard of cold cutting through her

"Fiona, stop, please... Let's

really?" came Fiona's retort. "Show me you mean

do you want me to do for sincerity?" Kelvin

threateningly, "Beg me. On your

saying the word 'please' was nearly impossible under normal circumstances, let alone beg. But these weren't normal times. Desperate times called

kneel. I beg you, don't hurt

bear another

exposed a vulnerability in Kelvin that had never been seen before. To save Penelope, he cast aside his dignity, his pride, the saying 'a man's knees are worth more than gold.' All that didn't matter compared

murmured, her voice laced with disbelief, "Kelvin, you...

LA. And yet now, here he

kneel," Fiona sneered, "We could always slash your pretty face

"Don't do it. Even if you kneel, she won't spare me... You're smart,

Kelvin replied, his voice weighted with resolve. "But I

unbending knees began to

face, she