From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 87 If There Were No Deep-Rooted Hatred, Would You Love Me? Perhaps, it would remain nothing but a wishful dream.

"Yes, the child I'm carrying isn't as precious as Fiona's," Penelope responded. "She's lucky, chosen by you, enjoying wealth and splendor... I can't compare." Kelvin spoke indifferently: "If you were carrying my child, you would live even better than her." But how could that be possible? He hadn't touched her and didn't plan to for the tbeing.

As Kelvin walked toward the closet, he heard Penelope's voice, soft as a mosquito's whisper- "If there were no deep-rooted hatred between us, would you love me?" He stopped abruptly: "Say that again." Penelope was startled; he had heard her? His hearing was that good? "It's nothing," she denied. "I didn't say anything." "I heard you." "..." Penelope bit her lip. "Then why ask?" Silence lingered for several seconds before Kelvin said: "Without deep-rooted hatred, we wouldn't know each other." Like two parallel lines that would never meet, living their separate lives peacefully.

Penelope replied: "I wasn't asking about that." It was about love. Whether he could love her.

Kelvin laughed mockingly:"Penelope, can't you feel it?" Why bother asking? But he would never admit it, not even the slightest bit.

He was proud, and she was stubborn.

Kelvin entered the closet and slammed the door shut.

• errentaren aiffter, lank lanir worredoring, if kreenlington tory, laar, impeerder tercer, flow making her brain slow, to ask such a question.

Love? Where was there any love? There was only hate.

He hated her, and she hated him. They tormented each other, never letting go.

Penelope sat on the floor, looking at the redness and swelling on her knees, heat- treating them for a while before slowly falling asleep.

When she woke up, it was already light.

And she was lying on the big bed, with Kelvin nowhere to be seen.

What happened... did she sleepwalk onto the bed again? When did she develop this problem? She should probably see a doctor.

Otherwise, Kelvin might just throw her off the bed one of these days.

Arriving at the company, Penelope was heading to her workstation when Kennedy approached her.

"Ah, what happened to your leg?" Kennedy asked with a mocking tone. "Did someone break it?" "The day your leg gets broken, mine will be just fine." "I don't go around seducing men like you. Sooner or later, the legitimate wife will grab you by the hair and teach you a lesson!" Penelope smiled: "If you must say I seduce men, then you saw yesterday, I did nothing, and the men ctoon their own. What can I do?" "You... you're proud of that?" "Yes, it shows I'm charming." Penelope wanted to infuriate her. "Unlike you, clinging to Mr. Walker and still being rejected and scorned." Kennedy was livid:"Fine, Penelope, you better not fall into my hands!" "Falling into your hands, what could you possibly do to me?" "Such arrogance. Do you think Mr. Davis will openly support you, his mistress, in the company?" So Kennedy thought she was Kelvin's secret mistress.

How amusing.

Penelope raised an eyebrow:"To deal with you, Mr. Davis's level isn't necessary. Just Monica alone could make you regret it. And if that's not enough, there's Mr. Foster." Unable to outtalk her, Kennedy's face twisted with anger, and she deliberately bumped into Penelope's shoulder before storming off.

Cut it out.

Arguing with her was child's play.

Aside from being utterly suppressed by Kelvin, Penelope had never lost a battle of words with anyone else.

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on novi L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! "Penelope!" Monica greeted her with a bag in hand and a cheery smile. "Morning." "Morning." "Why so down... hey? Why are you limping?" Penelope sighed:"Ah, it's a long story full of tears." "Did you fall? Or did you bump into something?" "It's Kelvin," Penelope answered. "That scoundrel." Kelvin never repeated his methods of punishing her.

It was as if he had an endless variety of tricks up his sleeve.

"Did he hit you?" Monica exclaimed. "No way, there are still men who hit women these days? That's domestic violence! Call the police and have him arrested!" "He didn't lay a hand on me, it's just... never mind, it's nothing, it'll be fine in a couple of days." Penelope knew it wasn't a big deal, just snumbness from kneeling too long, and sbruising that would heal.

Monica was the type to hold a grudge.

After suffering such a loss, of course, she'd want to get even! Why hold back? "That won't do, we can't let this slide," Monica said, pulling Penelope along. "We must seek revenge." "Minnie, stop joking, that's Kelvin... Kelvin!" Revenge? Was it that easy? Was it that simple? "I know," Monica snapped her fingers. "There are plenty of ways to annoy him." She was always full of cunning plans.

Penelope looked at her curiously.

"Chere." Monica gestured with her finger. "Listen to me..." She whispered a plan into Penelope's ear.

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on nov L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next up a chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! Penelope hesitated:"Can this... really work?" "Of course! It all depends on your acting, on how you play it out!" "I'll... I'll try." "Do it well or not at all! If you can't achieve the desired effect, it's all for nothing." Penelope gripped her phone, a look of determination on her face: "Okay."

Monica patted her shoulder:"Don't be scared, no one knows you're Mrish Davis! But everyone knows Kelvin! En Go." Penelope went to put the plan into action.

Meanwhile, in the conference room.

Kelvin sat at the head of the table, eyes downcast, exuding a chill. He was always decisive in his work. His subordinate was earnestly reporting on their work.

Everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion.

Until... the phone rang.

Everyone looked at Kelvin.

The employees of the Davis Group knew well that during a meeting with Mr. Davis, phones must be silenced, or else the consequences would be dire.

However, the call was coming from Mr. Davis's own phone.

Without a second thought, Kelvin reached to hang up, but then he saw the caller ID...

Penelope.

She was calling him? How odd.

His finger swerved, and Kelvin pressed answer:"Hello." The others were surprised; Mr. Davis actually took the call! In the quiet of the conference room... from the receiver ca soft, sweet voice: "Hello, husband." So coquettish, so tender, it made one's body go numb.

So, it was Mrs. Davis calling, no wonder Mr. Davis took it! Throughout the company, no one had ever seen Mrs. Davis, and today was the first tthey heard her voice!