From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 176 Do You Mind If I'm Left with a Scar?

Just as she couldn't forget Kelvin's courageous silhouette when he came to her rescue.

"I won't let you go," Kelvin declared stubbornly. Nothing could stand in his way. He'd face any challenge for her.

"Penelope, you have feelings for me," Kelvin insisted. "When Fiona took you hostage, you didn't want me to kneel or to hurt myself... Your thoughts and concerns were for me. That concern was real, and I'll never forget it."

Her opposition and her consideration for him fueled Kelvin's resolve to save her at all costs.

Penelope shook her head. "No... I didn't want to owe you anything!"

How could she ever repay a debt for her life?

"Fiona grabbed you because of me," Kelvin exhaled, a hint of guilt lacing his words. "Truth is, I owe you big time. I failed to keep you safe."

Penelope was about to respond, but Kelvin leaned in swiftly, his lips barely grazing hers before she could speak. She froze in surprise. Why did he steal a kiss from her?

"I can't tape your mouth shut, so I do like this," Kelvin explained with a smirk. "Let's not talk about this right now, Penelope."

"You..." she started to protest.

He dipped his head again, his lips capturing hers in another fleeting kiss.

Penelope glared at him, annoyed and bewildered by his bizarre tactic.

Yet Kelvin looked quite pleased with himself.

Well, at least he found a way to keep her quiet.

He would kiss her whenever she started to talk.

"What about the cut on your face? Did you get stitches?" Kelvin's concern returned as his gaze landed on her wound. His fingers brushed the spot gently. "Will it scar?" "Yes," she murmured.

He tensed immediately. "What? Did the doctor say that?"

"Yes," she sighed, "the cut on my cheek was deep. Scarring is inevitable. The one on my neck, though, it's not as bad.""

His gaze shifted downward.

Penelope bore not just one but two scars on her neck-the recent gash from Fiona's attack and an older, self-inflicted mark. While one was deep and pronounced, the other appeared fainter and weathered, both starkly contrasting against her fragile skin.

"I can't let you get hurt anymore, even the slightest bit," Kelvin stated with solemn determination.

Then he blamed himself, "If only I had moved quicker, stabbed through my arm faster, Fiona wouldn't have had the chance to hurt you. Your face wouldn't have gotten messed up..."

"Do you really care about the scars on my face?" Penelope asked.

"Yeah," he admitted.

wave of emotion

after all. No surprise there. Which man wouldn't care about a woman's

shouldn't have any marks," Kelvin spoke softly. "I don't want you to feel insecure over

was different

mind if they make me

he responded sincerely. "In my eyes, you've

looked at him with

his arms, to hold him tight and confess all her fears. How she was terrified he wouldn't wake up, how scared she was his hand would

logic kept telling

of the past hatred as if nothing had happened and

accept his

hate, a hate that pierced

stood up and said, "You should rest. I'm

leaving, he instinctively

step ahead.

He couldn't reach her.

called out,

Penelope didn't turn around.

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quickened her pace

bed, cursing under his breath,

too weak to get out of bed;

lay immobile beside

left when the butler came

"I want him to find the most effective

butler obliged,

come by. It's time to deal with the backlog of company

was surprised, "Mr. Davis,

I say!" he

of relentless toughness to others,

Penelope ever saw his more

Kelvin suddenly remembered, "where's

the psychiatric hospital, hanging on

"She's

gone straight into her

Kelvin's fear did not have enough force, worrying

get a chance to hurt Penelope, so

physically superior to the

if she dies," the butler responded, "so he ordered the

nodded and replied,