From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 109 The Desire to Witness the Wearing "You have saudacity!" Kennedy's voice echoed with incredulity. "Have you lost all sense of rationality, involving yourself with such a hefty sum? Are you courting a life sentence?" A fleeting moment of terror washed over Penelope, but it was quickly replaced by an unexpected tranquility. "It's merely a wedding ring in my purse; does that instantly branda thief? You can't hurl accusations without substantial proof," she countered.

"And why, may I ask, are you, of all people, in possession of that ring? Who do you think you are?" "I was intending to give the ring to Jo-" "Enough with hiding behind Mr. Foster," Kennedy interrupted, not allowing her to finish her explanation. "We must see Mr. Davis immediately! This is a grave matter; only he can make the final decision." Consult Kelvin? That was an unthinkable proposition! Penelope spun on her heels to escape, but Kennedy seized her blouse, dragging her into the elevator. "We must go!" he insisted.

She dared not resist too vigorously, mindful of the child she was carrying, thus she was powerless against Kennedy's physical might.

In the CEO's office.

Kelvin looked up to see a disheveled and visibly flustered Penelope before him.

"What's the cause of this commotion?" he inquired, his tone restrained.

Kennedy was quick to inform: "Mr. Davis, Penelope has committed theft! And it's your wedding ring that she's pilfered!" "The wedding ring?" "Indeed. I saw her exiting the elevator, acting suspiciously and clutching her purse. I had an inkling something was amiss, so I confronted her, and sure enough, discovered the ring in her bag!" Nermiecry Harrereer Neminutter ring Jox. W. Davis; pitase examirenths?!" Kelvin cast a glance at it.

Indeed, it was the ring he had planned to present to Fiona.

Why was it in Penelope's possession? She had adamantly denied any involvement in the ring's design.

"Mr. Davis, this is a serious matter. Stealing something of such value is a criminal act!" Kennedy announced, feigning righteousness. "We should involve the authorities, let them deal with it!" Kelvin drummed his fingers on the desk surface.

"Penelope," he said, "do you have anything to say in your defense?" "I didn't steal the wedding ring, and I have no motive to do so." "Then why was it found in your bag?" Penelope couldn't possibly admit that she had taken the ring to implant a listening device! "I was meant to deliver it to Mr. Foster." Penelope finally spoke up. "If you're skeptical, Mr. Davis, you can reach out to Mr. Foster right now. Let's resolve this in person." Timothy arrived promptly.

After hearing the details, despite his confusion regarding Penelope's intentions, he still sided with her.

"Yes, that's accurate," Timothy confirmed. "The ring was given byto Penelope." Kelvin then asked, "And why did you pass it on to her?" "Well, she... she believes the craftsmanship of this ring is incredibly intricate, a rarity," Timothy was grasping at straws, "She's curious if this exceptional craftsmanship can be incorporated into the production of 'Adoring Cupid."" He glanced at Penelope, "Isn't that right?" "Absolutely!" Penelope quickly concurred, "Precisely as Mr. Foster articulated." She had to be quick-witted, or she'd be thrown to the wolves! Kennedy was dumbfounded, "Mr. Davis, Mr. Foster, this-" "You should concentrate on your responsibilities," Timothy admonished, "creating unnecessary can detrimentally affect the company!" 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! "I... how was I supposed to know the ring was a gift for Penelope..." "Leave, now." Kennedy thought she had ensnared Penelope, but instead, she received a reprimand.

She exited with a sullen expression.

She had little leverage to argue, but Kelvin was not one to be easily deceived.

Fiddling with the ring, he asked, "What's the purpose of this charade?" "Kelvin, we are genuinely working here." "And who gave you the authority to gift this ring to Penelope without my consent?" Timothy cleared his throat, "We're all family here, whether it's given to you or to her- what's the difference..." Kelvin chuckled, "Timothy, have you had too much free trecently?" "It's been manageable, I suppose." "There's a project in Africa that I believe you'd be... perfect for." "Actually, I just remembered I have a meeting to attend." Timothy made a hasty exit, "My memory seems to be failing me." He dashed off.

Leaving Penelope standing there, entirely alone.

"Mr. Davis," she began politely, "now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, I should return to my work." "You addressedas what?" "Mr. Davis." 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! Kelvin leaned back in his chair, "You're not typically this formal with me, often callingby my full name." There weren't many in LA bold enough to do that.

"I was mistaken before," Penelope admitted, "Mr. Davis, I should depart-" "Stay." Kelvin's gaze locked onto her, "You designed the wedding ring, so you should be present when its owner comes to claim it." She was being asked to watch from the sidelines.

Under ordinary circumstances, Penelope would have exited the room with no second thoughts. However, ΟΙ the prospect of the Kidden fistening device nestled within the ring made her anticipate the moment Fiona would slip it on her finger. "Of course," she consented without a flicker of hesitation, "It would be my pleasure." Kelvin's eyebrows twitched upwards in surprise at her response. Penelope, with a surprising show of goodwill, offered to call Fiona herself. He dismissed her offer with a gentle hum, "No need." "Very well, Mr. Davis. I'll keep to myself over here," she replied, sinking into the plush couch in the reception area, her phone held loosely in her hand. She didn't bother to look at Kelvin.

She could hear the low murmur of Kelvin's voice as he spoke to Fiona over the phone. "Drop by the office, the wedding ring has arrived." Fiona's voice, brimming with excitement, echoed through the phone, "Okay, I'll be right there!" A ripple of exhilaration washed over Penelope. The first phase of her elaborate plan was about to cto fruition.

Kelvin, having set the ring aside with an air of nonchalance, seemed ready to immerse himself in work. Yet, his gaze kept straying towards Penelope, who sat with her back straight, a picture of calm elegance, bathed in the soft sunlight filtering through the windows. He watched her in silent fascination, unable to look away. She felt an unsettling sensation of being watched, but she dismissed it as a figment of her imagination. After all, it was just Kelvin and her in the office.

A quick glance at Kelvin confirmed this, as he seemed engrossed in his computer, his slender fingers wrapped around the mouse. It must be her imagination playing tricks on her.

The sound of Fiona's voice echoed through the office before she made her appearance. "Mr. Davist Where's the ring can't wait!" Her face was radiant with joy, her voice a soft, sweet melody that could soften the hardest of hearts. Penelope couldn't help but shiver at the sight. Fiona's eyes lit up at the sight of the gleaming jewelry box on the desk. "Wow, it's so big, so sparkly, so bright. Wearing this, I'll be the center of attention! Mr. Davis, you're the best!" As she leaned in to plant a kiss on Kelvin, he turned his head away, his gaze landing on Penelope.

Following his line of sight, Fiona's voice rang out, a note of displeasure evident. "Penelope?! Why are you here?" Penelope shrugged nonchalantly, "Do you think I want to be?" Kelvin quickly intervened, "I asked her to stay. She designed the ring. She wants to see you wear it."