From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 107 May I Borrow the Wedding Ring? "I reject that! Absolutely not!" Fiona glowered, "Your words are just meaningless!" At this point, Penelope was ready to risk anything.

With Kelvin using his father as leverage, she had no choice but to comply.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, throwing her hands out, kneeling?" Then she would kneel.

At such a moment, what significance did dignity hold? With a sneer, and malice in her eyes, Fiona declared, "It was before. Now... it's not that simple!" Penelope's brow furrowed.

Fiona continued, "You owe me. Penelope, unless you suffer as I have, I'll never forgive you. Otherwise, forget it!" Instinctively, Penelope placed a hand over her belly.

That was absolutely out of the question! However...

Kelvin's voice floated lightly, "That seems fair." Penelope's heart raced! Seeing Kelvin take her side, Fiona felt emboldened, "Mr. Davis, you agree, don't you? Our child shouldn't have died in vain, especially since Penelope's is illegitimate. She should terminate it, let it join ours." Fiona couldn't help thinking...If Kelvin could make Penelope end her pregnancy, that would be perfect.

She almost couldn't wait to see it happen! Kelvin would never know he had ended his own child's life.

Penelope shook her head firmly, "You can't do this... Fiona, your child was a tragic loss, and you wantto end my pregnancy? That's murder!" "My child died because of you!" "That was an accident! I fell down the stairs too!" Fiona snorted, "You pulleddown with you on purpose!" Penelope was trembling with rage.

That vile woman, always twisting the truth and laying traps! She began to slowly edge toward the door. "Fiona, I'm never going to apologize the way you wantto!" "Penelope, this bastard child should never have been allowed to exist," Kelvin's gaze fell on her abdomen, "Take this opportunity to end it." He'd been troubled by the child for a long time.

This child was a constant reminder that Penelope had loved another man! For that man, she was willing to have children and give her all! Kelvin was consumed by jealousy! Fiona immediately jumped in, "Exactly!" "No way!" Penelope stood her ground, resolute.

The tension was thick, ready to burst at any moment.

The melody of a cell phone cut through the tension.

Kelvin answered, "Hello?" "Mr. Davis, there's a meeting in the jewelry department, and we can't reach Mrs. Davis..." Ryan's voice cthrough, "Are you with Mrs. Davis?" "Yeah." "The new seasonal designs are ready, and Mrs. Davis, as the head designer, can't miss it." Penelope seized the chance. "I have to get to the office! Adoring Cupid is just taking off, I've got so much work to do!" She spun on her heels and left.

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! "Hey, Penelope, you..." Fiona flung off the covers, ready to follow.

But remembering she was supposed to be 'recovering from a miscarriage,' she laid back down.

"Mr. Davis," she whined pitifully, "Penelope didn't cto apologize. She cto provoke me.' || "I'll handle this," he replied, walking out without a second glance.

"Mr. Davis..." "Take care." His voice faded as Kelvin vanished.

Penelope had never wanted to return to the office more.

The jewelry department needed her, Adoring Cupid needed her - she was a valuable, modern woman, not someone like Fiona! Meetings, strategy sessions... the work kept Penelope's mind off the mess.

By the tshe took a break, it was evening, and she was hungry.

Monica cover with a take-out box, "You're neglecting my little friend again, aren't you?" "Minnie, you're such a lifesaver." Penelope took the box and began eating happily. "Kelvin hasn't been giving you trouble, has he? If so, you better tell me." "Nope, it's been fine." Monica looked at her, "With our friendship, don't you feel embarrassed to speak up." "I won't." Penelope agreed verbally, but truthfully, she did not want to involve Monica in her troubles.

They had that kind of unspoken understanding - always there to look out for each other's backs without having to say it. Minnie wanted to help, yet Penelope also wanted to keep Minnie out of harm's way.

"Well, look who's here," Timothy returned to the jewelry section, eyeing both of them, "Cto my office. Got something amazing to show you."

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on novi L5sfor ΟΠΙ uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! "What is it?" Monica inquired in curiosity.

"You'll see," he said with a grin.

In his office, Timothy pulled out a red velvet box from his briefcase with a flourish.

"Check this out, ladies," he unfurled the box as he teased, "Don't miss the sparkle that'll dazzle you ..." Layers of packaging later, at the grand reveal, Timothy boasted, "Well? Isn't it brilliant and sparkly?" Monica and Penelope were speechless.

That was Fiona's wedding ring! "The design is mine," Penelope said, trying to appear nonchalant, "I thought it was something else."

Monica made a face, "So the ring is finished. Honestly, it's a bit gaudy for- it looks like it's trying too hard. It's extravagant, I'll give it that." Crafted without regard to cost, the ring was centered with a diamond and surrounded by a halo of rare red gemstones on a white gold band.

Up close, it wasn't the height of luxury, but from a distance, it impressed. And that was Fiona's desire.

"Just got it delivered from overseas," Timothy explained. "I was conveniently at the airport, som e picked it up. I have to hand it over to Kelvin later. It's for his — uh, that woman," he paused, aware of Monica's feelings about Fiona. Monica scoffed, "If I ever get married, I'd never wear something like this. It's in poor taste!" Penelope smiled, examining the ring. Though large, it was eye-catching. The main diamond was ten carats, brilliantly shining, a testament to its value.

Monica nudged Timothy, seeing Penelope's interest, "This is on you. Why show it off?" "I just thought you'd wanna be among the first to see it," he defended himself, clearly not as sensitive to the situation as the women.

Penelope suddenly asked, "When are you going to give the ring to Kelvin?" "Probably tomorrow," Timothy answered. "It's late now; he went halready." "And when is he going to give it to Fiona?" "I don't know," Timothy shrugged.

With a thoughtful gaze, Penelope asked, "Mr. Foster, may I borrow the ring for a couple of days?"