From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 22: Caught picking up garbage! Only then did Penelope open the car door and get in herself.

"Are you hurt?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"You're quite clever," Kelvin sneered, "knowing how to protect yourself." "Just barely," Penelope said, subconsciously wanting to touch her abdomen.

But as soon as she realized Kelvin was right there, her movements abruptly stopped.

"This ends here," he warned, "don't even think about bothering Fiona." "You really think highly of me. I don't have the guts to do that." Fiona was his treasure, the woman he promised to marry. How could she compare? She was the one who would suffer.

"But," Penelope said, "you've always hated it when someone touches your things. And I, I belong to you." "Fiona is different." The answer not exactly sitting well with him.

"Because you love her, right?" Penelope pushed.

Kelvin didn't answer.

Love? It didn't seem like it.

It was more about responsibility.

After all, Fiona saved him with her body, to give him a different feeling.

"I have already punished her," Kelvin pressed his temples. "What else do you want?" Penelope sarcastically raised her lips. "What can I do? Do I deserve it?" She knew her position, how could she dare to have any other thoughts? Suddenly, her chin ached as Kelvin's fingers tightly gripped it.

"Stop making that sour face in front of me. Even if Fiona did something to you today, you still have to endure it for me!" He was already leaning towards her, making Fiona go hand reflect on herself, . andAnd she still didn't appreciate it? Playing a small temper with him? Kelvin's frustration grew even stronger! "Understood," Penelope replied softly.

Only then did he let go, closing his eyes to rest.

But Kelvin couldn't fall asleep at all, his mind was troubled, his temples throbbed with pain.

Back in his office, he opened the bottom drawer and took out an incense.

The incense that Penelope had given him, and he had thrown it into the trash.

As he smelled the faint herbal scent, Kelvin's heart gradually calmed down and he fell asleep.

He didn't know how long had passed when Kelvin opened his eyes he justand saw Timothy Foster standing across the desk.

He was holding the incense, playing with it.

"This thing is pretty good, where did you buy it?" Timothy Foster asked, "Don't you have insomnia? This is the first tI've seen you sleep so soundly, soundly; I didn't have the heart to wake you up." Kelvin coughed softly, "Give it here." "Con, appreciate it, share good things!" Timothy teased.

"I'm not saying it again." "Okay, okay, here you go," Timothy Foster threw it at him, "You treasure this incense so much, who gave it to you, your sweetheart?" Kelvin's face darkened slightly.

"No," Timothy Foster clapped his hands, "You're already a married man, how can you accept gifts from other women! So, it must be from Penelope!" Kelvin's face darkened even more.

He stuffed the incense into the drawer, "If you have something to say, say it, if not, get out!" "It looks like I was right!" Timothy Foster burst into laughter, "Who would have thought, Penelope is so talented... Mind if she makes one for me?" "What do you want her to make it for?" "I'll use it for whatever you use it for. I don't know what's inside, but the scent is soothing and calming." Suddenly, Kelvin's lips curled up, "You want it that badly?" "Yes." Timothy felt pleased.

"Alright," he nodded, "Let Penelope make one for the entire company." Timothy Foster was taken aback, "Do you want to tire her out?" "Good things should be shared by everyone." Timothy Foster shrugged, "Let's get back to business then. What do you plan to nthe jewelry department?" "I haven't thought about it yet." Kelvin began to think about it.

"Take your time, but allocate sbudget forfirst." Kelvin agreed, "Sure. But I have to remind you of "Something important," "What is it?" Timothy Foster said earnestly, thinking that Kelvin had something important to say. However, the result was...

"Stop protecting Penelope," Kelvin warned. "She's just an employee loaned to you, you know?" Now that Penelope was under Timothy Foster's supervision, she indeed enjoyed a lot more freedom and ease. Having worked abroad for several years, Timothy Foster favored a more liberal and humane management style, focusing on performance rather than attendance.

As long as the work was done well, it didn't matter if someone wasn't physically present in the company.

"I'm not doing this solely because of Mrs. Davis," Timothy Foster replied. "But to be serious, her professional abilities are truly strong." Returning to the jewelry department, Timothy Foster approached Penelope's workstation.

"Mr. Foster." Penelope said.

"Make one of those fortoo, the one you gave Kelvin," he said.

Penelope didn't understand. "What thing?" "The aromatherapy," Timothy Foster gestured. "His is ugly, just change the color for me." Then she understood.

But... didn't Kelvin throw it in the trash can? Did he retrieve it again?! "Oh, alright," Penelope responded. "Mr. Foster, I'll make one for you after work." Timothy Foster nodded. "By the way, Kelvin said it's quite good. Give one to each employee in the company." Penelope exclaimed, "Huh?" "Well, everyone is stressed these days and has trouble sleeping," Timothy Foster explained. "Expense will be covered by the company, and I'll find sextra help for you." And so...

In the afternoon, Penelope and about ten colleagues sat in front of a heap of traditional Chinese medicine ingredients, sorting, stringing, and making aromatherapy products.

Finally, after much effort, it was already 8 o'clock in the evening when they finished the last one.

Penelope stretched her sore neck and clocked out.

On her way back to The King Manor, she absentmindedly picked up a bottle of mineral water.

The salary hadn't been paid yet, but Timothy Foster shouldn't mistreat her. However, she wouldn't receive it until a month later, and for now...

She still had to earn smoney.

Penelope remembered that the nurse had said the baby's condition was unstable and required further examination and treatment.

She also needed to supplement her nutrition during pregnancy.

Money was needed everywhere.

The long journey becless boring because of picking up bottles. Penelope was so focused that she didn't even notice the car following her all the way.

With the car window half open, Kelvin stared deeply at the petite figure.

She was actually... picking up trash! And And she was so skilled, clearly having done it many times before! "Mr. Davis," Ryan whispered, "Should I get Mrs. Davis?" "No need!" She really made him look at her with new eyes...

Working during the day, picking up trash at night! If he hadn't been in a meeting all day today, he would never have found out! When they were close to The King Manor, Penelope looked at tonight's haul and found it a bit sparse.

She was contemplating whether or not to go around and gather a little more when suddenly a hand reached out and snatched it away: "Penelope!" She was startled and saw that it was Kelvin, which shocked her even more.

"Is this how lowly and insignificant you are?" Kelvin shouted.

"I earn money with my own hands through honest labor!" Penelope replied. "Give it back to me!" She tried to snatch it back, but Kelvin just threw it away.

There was a crashing sound, and the mineral water bottle scattered all over the floor. Just like Penelope's dignity. "What are you doing, Kelvin? Do you know how long I've been collecting that? Who gave you the right to throw it away?" Chapter 23: If I Can't See You, I'll Kneel And Not Leave**Chapter ****23: If I Can't See You, I'll Kneel and leave****** 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's eyes started to well up with tears.

"Are you that desperate for money?" Kelvin stared at her. "Desperate enough to pick up trash and sacrifice your dignity?" "Yes! I need money! What is dignity? What is pride? I lost all of that the moment you threwinto the psychiatric hospital! Just by staying alive, I have to put in much more effort than others!" "You are Mr. Davis, high and mighty, worth billions. Of course, you would never do something like this. But I'm just an ordinary person. If you tellto roll, I'll roll. If you tellto walk to work, I'll earn sbus fare. Is that not allowed?" "I know you would eventually find out, but compared to your anger, I'm more afraid of the days without money!" Penelope quickly wiped away a tear and squatted down to pick up the scattered bottles.

"Stop picking them up!" She didn't listen.

"Penelope, I'm telling you to stop!" Kelvin grabbed her and lifted her up.

"Let go of me!" Kelvin kicked away the bottles blocking their path and threw Penelope into the car.

Ryan looked panicked: "Mr. Davis, Mrs. Davis..." "Get out!" Kelvin said in a threatening voice.

"Yes, sir." Ryan hurried out.

"Pick up all her broken bottles!" Ryan: "... Yes, Mr. Davis." When the boss fights, the assistant suffers.

Getting kicked out of the car in the middle of the night was bad enough, but now he she had to pick up trash.

Kelvin sat in the driver's seat, personally driving, and suddenly stepped on the gas pedal.

Penelope's head almost hit the windshield.

She quickly fastened her seatbelt. With this speed, she wouldn't be surprised if her life was in danger.

She couldn't die.

Before, she couldn't because she had her parents.

Now, she had to livecouldn't even more, because she had a child! "Slow down... Ah!" Penelope didn't dare to open her eyes. "Kelvin, something bad is going to happen!" Kelvin remained silent, gripping the steering wheel tightly, overtaking cars continuously, forcefully giving the sedan the sensation of a race car. Penelope was constantly being affected by inertia.

Until they reached The King Manor, Kelvin finally hit the brakes.

Due to excessive speed, he couldn't stop in tand the tires screeched against the ground as the car headedhey crashed towards the steps.

"Ah!" His body jerked forward and then slammed back onto the seat.

The vehicle stopped just a few centimeters from the steps.

Penelope broke out in a cold sweat.

She weakly hopped out of the car and ran to the side to start vomiting.

Kelvin coldly looked at her. "You're so fragile." "I...I get motion sickness!" "Seems like it's not your first timefirst-tvomiting." He squinted his eyes. "What's going on?" Penelope's heart skipped a beat, afraid that he might suspect morning sickness.

So she quickly replied, "It's because the oats are too greasy, I can't handle them! The food at the mental hospital was bad, which caused my stomach to becsensitive to rich foods!" Kelvin remembered Lily's oats and felt irritated. "Don't drink them anymore!" "You said it!" Penelope looked at him. "Don't go back on your word." "I said it!" The oats were already problematic, and she frequently vomited. Kelvin worried that her body was being harmed.

Soon, he found another reason for himself. Penelope wanted him to punish her personally. How could she be defeated by a bowl of oats! "Also, no more picking up trash!" Kelvin warned. "If I find out again..." "Do you think I want to do it?" "Don't you just want to earn money for the car fare? Starting tomorrow, ride to and from work with me." Kelvin said. "Is that enough?" Penelope was stunned, but walking would be better.

At least she would be free and wouldn't have to watch his mood.

Kelvin took her silence as agreement. "Don't overthink it. If you get recognized, it's my face that will be lost!" "... Not many people in the company know that we're married." 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! They had a secret marriage.

Kelvin would never publicly acknowledge her.

Everyone in LA was speculating about the elusive Mrs. Davis. What kind of stunning beauty was she?

Marriage into the Davis family, such a top-tier wealthy family would m guarantee a worry-free life. How fortunate! Back in the living room, Jeff handed him a cup of coffee. "Mr. Davis." He took a sip, still looking unfriendly.

Penelope ignored him and rummaged through her bag, finding another scent inside.

She casually gave it to Jeff. "Just made today, it can calm and aid in sleep, a little token of appreciation." "Thank you, Mrs. Davis." Kelvin's expression beceven more unpleasant.

Casually giving it away? She really had her ways! "By the way, what about yours... didn't you throw it away?" Penelope asked. "Why did Timothy Foster say..." Kelvin adjusted his tie. "How would I know? The janitor probably thought it was accidentally thrown away and put it back on my desk!" "Oh... If you want a new one..." "I don't!" Kelvin forcefully put down the coffee cup and went upstairs.

"Jeff asked cautiously: 'Mrs. Davis, Mr. Davis seems to be in a bad mood." "When 'When has he been in a good mood? Every day is like menopause. Don't pay attention to him." "You've'You've gotten Mr. Davis angry again."" Penelope said almost speechless by the accusation: ly: "He'He started it first."" HoweverHowever,...

Today, he was so angry but didn't do anything to her! That wast's quite surprising.

Penelope took out her phone when it made a ding sound, and saw that it was from Ryan.

"Mrs'Mrs. Davis, this is the money from your bottle sales that I'm transferring to you.' Seventeen dollars.

Penelope felt quite embarrassed since Ryan was the CEO's assistant and had a decent salary. Yet he was doing this kind of thing so late at night.

She decided to buy him a cup of coffee tomorrow and apologize.

As she was about to go to sleep, Fiona's voice suddenly cfrom outside: "I 'I want to see Mr. Davis, letsee him..." "Mr Mr. Davis! It's Fiona! You can't be so heartless to me!"" "I 'I cto apologize, givea chance..." Fiona? Why is she here again? Kelvin just sent her hfor reflection earlier today, and now she couldn't hold back and crunning back! Outside the gate, Fiona was shouting while forcefully knocking on the door, demanding to see Kelvin.

What a joke, if she really stayed inside honestly reflecting, wouldn't that give Penelope the opportunity and tshe needed! She's not that stupid! If she had a good attitude, admitted her mistake, and acted cute, Mr. Davis would forgive her! "Mr' Mr. Davis, if I can't see you today, I will kneel here and refuse to leave!"" Fiona stubbornly resisted, and even the security guards, who knew her, didn't dare to drive her away directly.

"Ms'Mrs. Wright, please stop yelling. You're disturbing Mr. Davis's rest, and we can't afford to take that responsibility!" "Go'Go and inform him." "This'This..." Fiona really knelt down with a thud.

The security guards were startled and didn't know what to do when Kelvin's figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

He reprimanded: "What'What are you causing a scene for so late at night?""

"Mr'Mr. Davis!" Fiona looked at him with joy. "You'You finally agreed to see met" men Kelvin frowned and said: "Get 'Get up.""

"No'No, if you don't forgive me, I won't get up." She moved her knees and positioned herself in front of Kelvin. "I'I have reflected all afternoon today. I know I was wrong. I chere to apologize to Penelope and beg for her forgiveness!" Chapter 24: Get Rid of This Child