From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 130 The Blade Beneath the Pillow The rhythmic patter of solution droplets through the IV tube was the only sound Penelope could discern. Her heart felt like ash, devoid of any life or vitality. It was a fitting metaphor for her current state.

Kelvin was perched on the couch, a laptop precariously balanced on his thighs as he attended to business matters. It marked his first absence from the office since assuming the role of president of the Davis Group. The reason for his absence was Penelope. Regrettably, she didn't seem to appreciate his sacrifice.

His gaze was fixated on the computer screen, but his mind was far from focused. After responding to a message from Ryan and issuing several instructions, his fingers stilled on the keyboard. They only resumed their dance when a message from Timothy appeared.

"Kelvin, what's going on?" "Mind your own business." "Did Penelope wake up?" "Yeah." Timothy's messages cin a rapid-fire succession, each one probing for more details about Penelope's condition. Kelvin chose not to respond. He closed his laptop, setting it aside as he massaged his temples. Glancing over, he noticed Penelope had drifted into sleep.

Her head was tilted to the side, eyes closed, an image of serenity. The potent combination of the IV sedative and her emotional exhaustion had done their job well. Kelvin approached her, gently tucking her in. It was only in sleep that a peaceful coexistence between them was possible. Once she awoke, the arguments would resume.

"When will you ever just take it easy?" Kelvin mused, watching her peaceful visage. "Just a little would be enough." With a sigh, he left the room. As the door closed behind him, Penelope's eyes fluttered open. She stared at the ceiling, unblinking, for what felt like an eternity. When her eyes began to sting from dryness, she finally allowed them to close. Her heart ached, making each breath a struggle.

Kelvin's voice, low and indistinct, echoed from the hallway, growing fainter with each step: Herreroperoseriformitler Jecrator'oper recritte-urbor." Mfs: Davis; "utte-Jouyaror exclaimed in surprise, "You-" She walked past him, her face devoid of any expression. "Mr. Davis insisted you shouldn't leave," the bodyguard positioned himself in her path. "Mrs. Davis, you're not well. Please rest in your room." "What if I insist on leaving?" Penelope retorted.

"Mrs. Davis... Please don't make this difficult for us." Penelope fell silent. She could be stubborn, she could confront Kelvin, but she couldn't bring trouble upon these men who were merely doing their duty. "Alright," she conceded, "I just wanted sfruit. Nothing more." The bodyguard responded immediately, "I'll go and get sfor you. What would you like?" "An apple." "Sure thing, just hang on a sec," the nurse said to Mrs. Davis.

Penelope returned to her hospital room. Shortly after, a large basket filled to the brim with fresh fruit was delivered. It barely fit atop the cabinet.

"I feel like having sapple slices." Penelope stated, "Where's the paring knife?" "Right here." Settling down on the couch, Penelope began to peel the apple slowly.

"Where did Kelvin go?" The bodyguard shook his head, his voice firm yet respectful. "We aren't supposed to pry into Mr. Davis's whereabouts." Penelope Davis, the lady of the house, requested his mobile. "Lendyour cellphone, I need to give him a call." "Of course, Mrs. Davis," he replied, handing over the device.

As the call connected, Kelvin's detached, icy voice echoed through the speaker. "What's the matter?" he inquired.

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on nov L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! "It's me," Penelope responded, her voice steady.

After a few seconds of silence, Kelvin replied, his tone noticeably softer. "Yeah, what can I do for you?" "Why do you leavealone here without even lettingstep outside? How is this different from prison? Don't I have any freedom at all?" Penelope asked, her frustration evident.

"You need to focus on recovery right now," Kelvin insisted, his voice firm yet gentle. "The person damaging my health is clearly you," she countered, her tone bitter.

"Just rest up for now," Kelvin insisted again, his patience wearing thin.

"I'm bored out of my mind here," Penelope complained. "Send Minnie to keepcompany." "No." "Then you come." She raised an eyebrow. "If you can't, then let Minnie cover." After another few seconds of silence, Kelvin hung up, leaving Penelope alone with her thoughts.

Penelope continued carefully peeling the apple, her skill evident as she kept the peel intact in one unbroken curl. Not wanting to disturb her, the bodyguard silently stepped out, keeping watch at the door.

Penelope looked at her handiwork but didn't bite into the apple; instead, she focused on the paring knife in her hand. Sleek, sharp, and brand new. Admiring it for a moment, she then rose and placed the knife under her pillow.

Half an hour later, hurried footsteps echoed outside. "Penelope!" Monica burst into the room breathlesslym Grabbing Penelope in a fierce hug, she exclaimed, "You scared the living daylights out of me... How are you? Are you okay?" She began inspecting Penelope from head to toe to make sure she wasn't hurt.

Seeing her best friend, Penelope felt a soft spot in her heart getting touched. "Minnie... I lost the child," she murmured with a heavy heart. "I couldn't 't protect him I'm sorry... you can't be godmother now, Minnie... I'm so useless, I feel so powerless..." Instantly, Monica broke down in tears, holding onto Penelope. "I know, I know it hurts... It's not your fault; you have nothing to apologize for.

Penelope, the one to blwas never you, it's Kelvin!" "Yeah, he took our baby away from me, sentto the OR. I clung to him so desperately, begged him so pathetically, and yet, he pried my fingers off one by one..." Merely touching these wounds was agonizing, as if being torn apart from the inside.

"Why the hell would Kelvin do this to you, especially when you're pregnant? It's not as if he cares about you. He's planning to divorce you and be with Fiona..." Monica questioned, her voice filled with anger and disbelief.

Penelope replied, her voice barely above a whisper, "Because Kelvin said he loves me." Monica was stunned. "What?" "It's absurd, isn't it? He claims he loves me, what a ridiculous notion." Penelope could scarcely believe that Kelvin could ever love her. To her, it felt more like he relished tormenting her that was the reality.

"Let's drop it," Penelope shook her head, her voice weary. "Minnie, things have gone too far, and no one can predict what will happen next. I hope you can stay out of this, for your own safety." Monica stood her ground, her voice filled with determination. "We're friends, and I'm not about to abandon you!" "That's exactly why you need to be okay. When I'm trapped by Kelvin and unable to do certain things, you could do them for me." "What... what do you wantto do?" Monica asked, her voice filled with concern.

Penelope leaned on her shoulder, her voice soft and low, "I'm not sure yet. But..." She confided in Monica about Nathan's plan to go abroad. Monica listened, utterly shocked. "So, Nathan's going abroad to get close to the Davis family's head, to help you find the truth and evidence?" "Yes," Penelope nodded, her voice serious. "This must stay absolutely confidential. No one can know." "I get it!" Monica responded, her voice filled with determination.

"So, Minnie, don't confront Kelvin for me, don't make an enemy of him. It's fruitless and will only drag you down too." Penelope advised, her voice filled with concern for her friend.