From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 114 Which Suitor's Flowers? He gently took her hand, his gaze fixated on the ring. "This isn't just a valuable piece, it's a symbol of Mr. Davis's affections-a gem that even Penelope doesn't possess!" His words provided a small measure of comfort, but she couldn't suppress her irritation towards Kelvin's attitude."Perhaps Mr. Davis is simply preoccupied," Fiona's father attempted to console her, "Don't let the small things get to you. Remember, we still hold the advantage in this situation.""But what advantage, Dad? Penelope's child has been around for ages and we've yet to rid ourselves of it. It's infuriating how that child seems to have nine lives!"Penelope's uncanny ability to continually turn the tables in her favor was a constant source of frustration. The mere thought of it was enough to incite anger."Patience, dear," Father counselled. "It's not something that can be rushed. Who could have predicted that despite your efforts-causing Penelope to fall down the stairs-her child would remain unscathed? She truly is a lucky one."Fiona crossed her arms in defiance. "Regardless of how much she apologizes, I won't forgive her. Not until her child is gone. As long as I stand my ground and shed a few tears for Mr. Davis, Penelope won't be able to hold out much longer!""Exactly, one step at a time," her father agreed. "Besides, she has no inkling about the true paternity of her child."In the midst of their conversation, he removed the ring from her finger, holding it with a sense of wonder. He'd never seen a diamond of such magnitude in his life, and now it was his daughter's!"Do you wear it every day, Fiona?""Of course, it's a head-turner. Every tI run my fingers through my hair, it catches everyone's attention!""But be cautious, it's quite valuable. If robbers or thieves... ""I'm not afraid," Fiona declared confidently. "Anyone who dares to robis signing their own death warrant. Mr. Davis wouldn't let anyone get away with that."The thought of not flaunting the ring was more unbearable to Fiona than the prospect of death. She took the ring back from her father, sliding it back onto her finger and admiring its sparkle anew. "How's your injury?" he asked, a flicker of concern in his eyes. "That fall must have been painful.""It was," she admitted. "It felt like my bones were coming apart, and I still have bruises on my knees.""My poor girl," he sympathized, ever the doting parent.

Fiona replied with a hint of discomfort, "I guess I just didn't get what I wanted, Dad. It's been a rough couple of days, you know? I don't understand how she can be pregnant and act like everything is fine.""Alright, alright, don't dwell on it. Why don't you go shopping? Mr. Davis won't mind his card is at your disposal. Leave the rest to me, I'll figure something out. Don't you worry, Fiona."It took a considerable amount of soothing and coaxing from her father before Fiona's smile finally returned. Little did they know, their entire conversation had been recorded, every word crystal clear....At Davis Group's Jewelry Department, Timothy was discussing work-related matters with Penelope.Penelope listened attentively, "Understood, Mr. Foster.""Take it easy, there's no rusn'. You're expecting, arfer ail", "ne reminaèa 'n'er gently. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Foster."Timothy cracked a smile. "You don't have to be so formal with me, it doesn't makehappy."Penelope returned his smile. As they chatted, Penelope noticed Monica entering with a bouquet of sunflowers."Wow, did Minnie receive flowers?" Penelope teased. "I wonder who sent them..."She glanced at Timothy to gauge his reaction, and sure enough, his previously cheerful demeanor had cooled somewhat. "Oh, con, Mr. Foster. It's only natural for a successful young woman like Minnie to have admirers, isn't it?"Timothy pursed his lips, taking a moment before responding, "With her temperament? Few men can handle that.""Whoever likes her will undoubtedly tolerate it.""That would require a heart of considerable size. "Penelope blinked playfully, "Well, Mr. Foster, you have a big heart. Why not give it a try?""Please," Timothy scoffed, "I'm a debonair and carefree man, a leaf that doesn't stick in the pond of many flowers-I'm not ready to be tied down by a woman so soon.""Don't miss your chance... If sother man sweeps Minnie off her feet, you'll regret not acting sooner!""Me, regret? What's there to regret?"Though Timothy's words were tough, something didn't sit right with him, and he quickly strode over to Monica."Hey," he called out, "where did you get those flowers?"Monica looked at him, unfazed, "Why do you ask?""Shouldn't we be focused on work during business hours?"Monica gave him a look of disbelief, "I was just at the front desk, not parading around the office. "Timothy's face was stern, "Who gave them to you?""I was just about to answer when-" Monica sniffed disdainfully, "does it really matter who they're from? What's important is how beautiful this sunflower bouquet is, full of life and energy."He retorted, "Well, everyone has their own taste in flowers.""Oh, of course, nobody has Mr. Foster's taste," she agreed sarcastically."Monica, you need to step up your game," Timothy said, arms crossed, his face a mix of casual concern, "As a friend, letgive you sadvice about these guys. After all, no one knows men like a man does."Monica rolled her eyes and brushed past him, "Thanks a bunch. "She walked up to Penelope, handing her a sunflower, "Here.""For me?" Penelope pointed to herself."Yeah, for you," Monica replied. "The card's still on it. I didn't peek."What? The sunflower was for her? Penelope took it with surprise and read the card-"Get well soon, Brandon.""Who's it from?" Monica leaned in, "Ssecret admirer?"Penelope snapped the card shut, "It's from Brandon.""He's thoughtful."Penelope's gaze returned to the vibrant sunflower, increasingly touched by Brandon's kindness. A stranger he may have been, but he had helped her immensely. And now, these flowers. Timothy's expression, meanwhile, gradually eased, and he let out a sigh of relief. A false alarm. For a second, he thought... someone had taken a liking to Monica, the wild tiger. But why on earth was he getting worked up about it?Timothy chuckled to himself and walked towards his office."Does he have ssort of problem?" Monica stared at his retreating back, "What did these flowers ever do to him?"Penelope chuckled, "Is jealousy considered an illness?""Jealousy? Of Brandon giving you flowers? What's there for him to be jealous about? Wait, does he like... no, that can't be right."Monica was thoroughly confused. Penelope laughed so hard she could barely keep upright, "What if, Minnie, what if George got jealous for nothing and is just brooding by himself?"Monica was even more bewildered, "Huh?"What was she talking about? It made no sense! "It's really beautiful, full of life and hope," Penelope placed the sunflower in the break room at the office so everyone could see it and brighten their day a bit.