From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 175 For You, I'd Take on the World Penelope shot a subconscious glance at Grandpa Davis before taking a step forward.

Kelvin, sharp as ever, noticed her fleeting gaze.

He then looked at Grandpa Davis. "How long have I been out?" Grandpa Davis replied, "Three, four days now." "What have you done with Penelope during this time?" he accused Grandpa Davis.

Grandpa Davis frowned and replied, "Kelvin, what do you mean? Are you questioning me?" Kelvin pressed, "Just answer my question truthfully, Grandpa." Grandpa Davis laughed dryly. "I've kept Penelope under strict watch at The King Manor, away from you! Was I wrong?" he retorted, sarcastically.

Kelvin's lips tightened. "I suspect there's more to it," he murmured.

The moment he asked Penelope to cto him, she hesitated, looking to Grandpa Davis for approval.

It was obvious that Grandpa Davis had threatened her.

A wave of regret flashed through Kelvin. He should have given Timothy strict instructions to prevent any encounters with the Davis family and to spare her any discomfort.

Now, it was too late; she had already been treated unfairly.

Grandpa Davis exploded with anger and said, "You are so... completely enchanted by that woman! This bitch!" The butler quickly intervened, trying to smooth things over. "Mr. Davis, Mrs. Davis has been here all day, attending to you, with the old master's consent!" he explained.

"What's there to explain!" Grandpa Davis snapped, throwing his hands up. "Kelvin, letbe clear: Penelope can no longer stay by your side!" With that, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

The butler hastened after him to soothe the older man's temper.

Now, only Kelvin and Penelope remained in the ward.

He looked at her. "Now that we're alone, won't you ccloser?" he beckoned, gently.

Hearing this, Penelope felt touched deep in her heart.

A moment passed, and then Kelvin spoke again. "Or is it that you don't want to be near me-!" He burst into a fit of coughing just as he finished his sentence.

"Don't rush; take it easy speaking," Penelope said anxiously, quickly grabbing a cup of water to give him a drink. "This should help; it's still warm." But Kelvin just watched her.

"Drink this," she urged. "Looking atwon't ease your cough!" Finally, Kelvin took a sip.

Penelope's tension eased. She started to stand up, but Kelvin's grip tightened on her wrist. "Don't leave," he pleaded.

She stammered, "I... I need to put down the cup." "Why did you step out earlier?" Kelvin asked, his voice laced with concern. I looked around and couldn't find you. I thought you weren't in the ward.

Kelvin had opened his eyes, and when Penelope wasn't there, a sting of harsh reality hit him-how cruel Penelope must be to stay away from his bedside.

After all he had done to just save her life.

Kelvin was all too aware that the loss of their child was a perpetual ache in both their hearts.

But right now, in this moment, couldn't she show him even the smallest hint of compassion? "I... I got pushed out by the crowd," Penelope replied truthfully.

"You knew how to push your way back in, didn't you?" he rebutted, His palm was devoid of usual warmth and slightly cool to the touch, yet he clung to her wrist with such intensity that it seemed she'd vanish once he let go.

Penelope lowered her eyes and replied, "I didn't leave. Once the crowd thinned out, you'd have seennaturally." "But I wish you were always in sight, just a glance away," he remarked. Penelope fell silent.

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! Then, she shifted the subject and said, "You need to lie still. Stop fidgeting. Your arm is seriously injured, and it has to heal properly to avoid any long-term issues." Kelvin's gaze never wavered from her face; he was completely focused on her.

"What exactly did my Grandpa tell you? Tellthe truth," he pressed. "Don't hold back." She replied, "You heard what he said earlier." "His words must've hit hard, didn't it?" he asked.

Penelope felt her eyes well up with tears.

Kelvin could be unbearably harsh at times, pushing her to the brim of hatred. But when he softened, he was gentle and considerate, making the harshness worth enduring.

The tenderness of a man... Lethal at every turn, yet simultaneously enthralling that it was impossible to break free.

Yes, she had felt wronged when Grandpa Davis had slapped her, admonished her, pointing his finger accusingly.

But at that moment, she hadn't given it much weight-now, Kelvin's questioning brought her feelings to their tipping point.

"Talk to me," he coaxed gently, "Lethandle it." Penelope remained silent.

"You think I can't handle it?" he asked.

"Yes," she nodded, a bitter realization in her voice. "My conflict with the Davis family is a knot that can't be untied." Kelvin's expression darkened gradually.

He knew exactly what she was referring to.

The longstanding feud between the Coopers and the Davises had always been there, like an insurmountable wall.

Penelope hung her head low as she continued, "The old man said that I'm a jinx and that I bring misfortune to the Davis family. My father caused your father's death. I couldn't preserve the Davis family lineage, and now I'm supposedly going to be the death of you... The only way to keep you safe is to stay far away from you." Kelvin had anticipated such words.

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on novi L5sfor L5sfor teenjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! But he was hearing them from her, it pained him. His heart ached with the weight of her words.

"Penelope, without the grudges of the past, we might have been just an ordinary couple," he mused, a tinge of regret in his voice.

Penelope responded, "Without those grudges, we never would have met." Kelvin was a powerful golden boy from LA while she was...

Just a middle-class girl from LA, engaged, academically successful, with a bright future ahead. Their paths were like two parallel lines, never meant to intersect. It was the death of Mr. Davis that caused their paths to cross.

Kelvin gave a wry smile and replied, "You're right about that." He wanted to reach out and touch her hair, but only one of his hands was functional.

Holding her like that meant he couldn't embrace or touch her.

"But...Penelope," Kelvin said, "you can't leave. You can't walk away from me." "Would you stand against your Grandfather for me?" Penelope asked.

"For you, I'd take on the whole world," he declared.

His sweet nothings were enchanting. So much so that her heart stirred.

"That's your Grandfather - he has your best interests at heart," Penelope argued. "The bonds of family are too strong to break." "But you are my love, my wife, my one and only," he rebutted.

Penelope couldn't bear to listen any longer. Listening more would not only touch and soften her heart. That wasn't the outcshe wished to see.

"Kelvin, it's pointless to do," she said. "It's impossible. There's too much between us, a chasm we can't bridge." Kelvin gazed into her eyes and stated, "Even mountains and seas can't keep true love apart." Penelope averted her eyes.

"But I hate you,” she admitted, "I can't forgive you. Every tI ccloser to you, I'm reminded of that lost child, that unborn baby..." The air turned somber.

Penelope could not forget the despair and coldness of lying on the operating table.