From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 239 You Can Lift Me to the Heavens or Cast Me into Hell

"Some even suggested that I should start a course to teach women how to change their lives through men."

Penelope had seen all these comments.

She thought she could brush it off, but to her surprise, she had subconsciously stored it all in her memory, and now, at this very moment, she was pouring it all out in a rant to Kelvin!

"Penelope," Kelvin's voice lowered, "Open the door first, and I'll explain everything to you."

"I don't want to see you."

"Sweetheart."

"My name is Penelope," she emphasized, "don't give me such intimate nicknames."

Because every time Kelvin called her like that, she would feel a shiver in her heart. It resembled the soft murmurs of lovers.

"The online comments will disappear. I'll make they all erased. These people are just jealous of you," Kelvin said. "Once this storm blows over in a few days, all they will remember is that you are my wife. In this lifetime, I will only take you as my wife." "It doesn't matter anymore. Actually, Kelvin, don't you think they are right?"

He insisted, "Don't pay attention to these comments, Penelope."

However Penelope continued, "Some people analyzed that you treat me so well, first to fill your inner guilt, and second, because you can lift me to the heavens today and cast me into hell tomorrow."

"The higher you lift someone, the harder they fall. The best way to destroy someone is to give them the most wonderful things in the world and then take them all away, leaving nothing behind."

"Some people online also said that I should remain rational and not be swayed by the false prosperity in front of me. Today you can spend 600 million dollars to buy me a crown; tomorrow you can lavish the same affection on another woman. Ultimately, a woman must rely on herself."

"Kelvin, I think these words make a lot of sense. The onlookers see things so clearly; let us not deceive ourselves as the individuals under discussion."

Kelvin subtly tapped on the door. "Penelope, I haven't deceived you."

He liked her, loved her, with all his heart.

Sincerely, without any pretence.

"We can't go on like this, you have to face reality," Penelope said. "Even if we don't have a vendetta, the harm you've done to me will remain. Besides, are you so quick to forget that innocent child who died?"

Outside the door.

Kelvin's hand came down slowly.

Every time Penelope mentioned the child, it was like she was cutting into his bloody wound again.

it was riddled with holes and could never

Kelvin's

the operating table, he

head and looked at the lock on the door, "But every time you say you

was no sound

Only silence.

Kelvin had left, she heard his hoarse voice,

the next second, "But it is what it is. You caused the child's

second chances

the crown." Penelope sighed, "It's useless for

want it,

outside the door gradually faded

with the sound until

the window and looked

black Maybach sat parked below. As Kelvin neared the driver's side,

thought struck him and he looked

up suddenly. She quickly stepped

uninterrupted enjoyment. The next

eyes met Kelvin's

fell onto the sofa, biting her lower lip in frustration. She thought, 'Why did he have to

"Kelvin was gone; there's no need for me to take another look at

Downstairs.

looked at the window, watching the slightly swaying

see him, yet she was hiding there,

me to win you back, to have you again?' he pondered. Kelvin

of the alley, another black Mercedes

cars passed each other on opposite

Kelvin, feeling slightly down for not seeing Penelope, didn't notice the car next

in that car, did notice

"Kelvin?"

Walker, that was Mr. Davis," the driver said. "Would you like to turn around and see

"No, keep going."

at

this kind

half-leaning on the sofa, gently stroking

the doorbell rang