From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter137 Mr. Davis, Are You KickingOut? Kelvin reclined in his chair, the weight of exhaustion etched on his face. Timothy, his friend and confidant, offered his advice.

"I I suggest you clarify things with Fiona first," he said. "Women crave security, a solid choice, and preference. If you envision a future with Penelope, you must sever all ties with Fiona." Kelvin remained silent, his thoughts hidden behind a stoic facade.

"Or... do you harbor feelings for both of them? Desiring the best of both worlds? Surely not, Kelvin. With Fiona's looks, her morals, her personality... you must be blind to fall for her." "I understand," Kelvin finally replied, his voice devoid of emotion. "You can leave now." Timothy paused, taken aback. So, after offering his counsel, he was dismissed just like that. Typical Kelvin! "Still here?" Kelvin queried, a hint of annoyance in his tone. "Would you like to stay for a meeting, or do you have clients to attend to, perhaps a business trip?" Without another word, Timothy vanished.

Kelvin rose from his chair, sauntered to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and lit a cigarette, inhaling the smoke slowly.

It wasn't until the clock struck ten that Kelvin finally vacated his office.

"Mr. Davis, the cut on your hand requires a fresh dressing..." "Prepare the car; we're heading to Riverside Apartments," he commanded. "The doctor can attend to it in the vehicle." A heavy silence permeated the air as the doctor quietly changed his bandages. Meanwhile, Fiona sat at the vanity inside her apartment, her eyes greedily fixed on the expensive wedding ring. How could she ever relinquish Kelvin? He was everything she had ever desired: power, status, wealth, and the envious stares of the women of Los Angeles.

She was certain she would reclaim her position. Penelope would never triumph over her! The doorbell interrupted her thoughts.

Assuming it was Director Wright, Fiona hastily set the ring aside and rushed to open the door. But upon seeing Kelvin, her surprise morphed into delight. "Mr. Davis! Oh...What happened to your hand?" Without uttering a word, Kelvin strode into the living room, loosened his tie, and lit another cigarette. Sensing his offbeat mood from his pallid complexion, Fiona remained silent, apprehension creeping into her heart.

"Are you settling in alright?" Kelvin inquired. "Do you like the apartment?" "Yes, I adore everything you've bestowed upon me!" she responded eagerly.

"The house is yours," he declared, "I have transferred the deed into your name." Fiona nodded enthusiastically, "Thank you so much, Mr. Davis!" Her heart fluttered with joy; the multimillion-dollar hwas a symbol of status and wealth! Mr. Davis was so magnanimous! Fiona assumed that Kelvin's gesture was his way of making amends. After all, she had endured days of neglect and had been relentlessly bullied by Penelope.

"Mr. Davis, I regret my previous intentions," Fiona confessed, sitting beside him and clutching his arm, "I apologize. From this moment, I'll stand by your side faithfully." As she spoke, she leaned in closer, intentionally brushing against his arm.

Kelvin pushed her away abruptly. "That won't be necessary." Fiona blinked in confusion, "What?" "What else do you desire? Tell me," Kelvin flicked away the ashes from his cigarette, "I'll cater to all your material needs." Material? What about emotional support? Her status? Her place? Fiona finally sensed something was amiss, "Mr. Davis, what do you mean?" "That night, you suffered; you deserve compensation. Today, let's settle this once and for all." Kelvin was resolute in his decision.

Timothy was right; if he felt no affection for Fiona, just a sense of obligation, it was tto sever ties swiftly.

Love was one thing.

Obligation was another.

For his future with Penelope to be secure, Fiona had to disappear.

Fiona couldn't believe what she was hearing, "Mr. Davis, are you askingto leave?" "You will receive what you desire. Just tell me, and I'll comply," Kelvin responded. To Kelvin, the concept of money and material possessions held no weight. If Fiona desired them, he would willingly surrender them to her. After all, she deserved it all. Had it not been for her timely intervention that fateful night, Lily's plan would have cto fruition.

"No, no, I want nothing but you," Fiona protested vehemently, shaking her head in denial. "Mr. Davis, I don't want the house or the money; just letstay by your side... I can't bear the thought of losing you!"

Fiona was struggling to comprehend the rapid turn of events. She was well aware of Kelvin's furyom fabricated miscarriage cto light, and she had been remorseful ever since. With Penelope's pregnancy now terminated, Fiona had hoped for a respite. But to her shock, Kelvin was casting her aside! "Why, Mr. Davis?" Fiona questioned, her voice laced with bitterness. "I admitted my mistake, I've reflected, and I promise not to bother Penelope again. Why can't you forgive me... I've always loved you!" Kelvin's face was a mask of icy indifference. "I don't like wasting too much ton this," he said curtly, glancing at his watch. The sooner this ordeal was over, the better. After all, he still had to visit Penelope in the hospital.

Fiona observed his every move with a growing sense of dread. "Mr. Davis, just because I had a falsemiscarriage, you want to punishlike this?" Her voice wavered as tears welled up in her eyes. "And what about Penelope? She's pregnant with a bastard child, doesn't that bother you?!" "It's been aborted," he replied matter-of-factly.

"But the fact is, she was unclean and slept with someone else!" Fiona retorted. Kelvin responded calmly, "Her child was conceived before she married me." He paused, a sudden realization dawning on him. "Penelope was in the ward all this time, never stepping out. How could she have any involvement with a man, let alone get pregnant? Did someone in there force her?" "She's a slut! She seduced srandom man. That's why she's carrying a bastard!" Fiona spat out venomously.

Kelvin's eyes hardened. "Penelope isn't that kind of woman." He had used those words to wound Penelope in the past, but they were spoken in a moment of anger. If Penelope were truly such a woman, she would've succumbed to his advances long ago, rather than resisting and displaying fear every the kissed her, every the desired her. Fiona clenched her fists in frustration. "Mr. Davis," she asked, her voice barely a whisper, "have you... fallen for Penelope?" "Yes," Kelvin answered without a moment's hesitation.

"You love her?" Fiona was taken aback. "You fell for Penelope?" "That's right." Fiona had never envisioned that eliminating Penelope's child would result in Kelvin's sympathy and love for her. Had she inadvertently shot herself in the foot? "Mr. Davis, she was carrying a bastard!" Fiona reminded him, her voice desperate. "She's unclean. How... how can you love her!" "My grievances with her are none of your business," Kelvin retorted, extinguishing the cigarette between his fingers. "Now state your terms." His face was a picture of impatience. Every moment spent with Fiona was a moment stolen from his twith Penelope.