From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 176 Do You Mind If I'm Left with a Scar? Just as she couldn't forget Kelvin's courageous silhouette when he cto her rescue.

"I won't let you go," Kelvin declared stubbornly. Nothing could stand in his way. He'd face any challenge for her.

"Penelope, you have feelings for me," Kelvin insisted. "When Fiona took you hostage, you didn't wantto kneel or to hurt myself... Your thoughts and concerns were for me. That concern was real, and I'll never forget it." Her opposition and her consideration for him fueled Kelvin's resolve to save her at all costs.

Penelope shook her head. "No... I didn't want to owe you anything!" How could she ever repay a debt for her life? "Fiona grabbed you because of me," Kelvin exhaled, a hint of guilt lacing his words. "Truth is, I owe you big time. I failed to keep you safe." Penelope was about to respond, but Kelvin leaned in swiftly, his lips barely grazing hers before she could speak. She froze in surprise. Why did he steal a kiss from her? "I can't tape your mouth shut, so I do like this," Kelvin explained with a smirk. "Let's not talk about this right now, Penelope." "You..." she started to protest.

He dipped his head again, his lips capturing hers in another fleeting kiss.

Penelope glared at him, annoyed and bewildered by his bizarre tactic.

Yet Kelvin looked quite pleased with himself.

Well, at least he found a way to keep her quiet.

He would kiss her whenever she started to talk.

"What about the cut on your face? Did you get stitches?" Kelvin's concern returned as his gaze landed on her wound. His fingers brushed the spot gently. "Will it scar?" "Yes," she murmured.

He tensed immediately. "What? Did the doctor say that?" "Yes," she sighed, "the cut on my cheek was deep. Scarring is inevitable. The one on my neck, though, it's not as bad."" His gaze shifted downward.

Penelope bore not just one but two scars on her neck-the recent gash from Fiona's attack and an older, self- inflicted mark. While one was deep and pronounced, the other appeared fainter and weathered, both starkly contrasting against her fragile skin.

"I can't let you get hurt anymore, even the slightest bit," Kelvin stated with solemn determination.

Then he blamed himself, "If only I had moved quicker, stabbed through my arm faster, Fiona wouldn't have had the chance to hurt you. Your face wouldn't have gotten messed up..." "Do you really care about the scars on my face?" Penelope asked. "Yeah," he admitted.

Penelope's eyelashes fluttered, a wave of emotion washing over her.

So he did care, after all. No surprise there. Which man wouldn't care about a woman's looks? "A girl's face is precious, shouldn't have any marks," Kelvin spoke softly. "I don't want you to feel insecure over a scar." Penelope paused, realizing his concern was different than what she imagined.

"You don't mind if they makeless attractive?" Penelope blurted out.

"How could you ever be unattractive?" he responded sincerely. "In my eyes, you've always been the most beautiful." Penelope looked at him with shock.

At this moment, she longed to throw herself into his arms, to hold him tight and confess all her fears. How she was terrified he wouldn't wake up, how scared she was his hand would be beyond repair, how she feared never seeing him again...

But her suborn logic kept telling herself that she couldn't do that.

She couldn't let go of the past hatred as if nothing had happened and live a life with Kelvin.

She couldn't accept his love.

Because with love chate, a hate that pierced her very soul.

Penelope stood up and said, "You should rest. I'm going to head out." The moment Kelvin heard her leaving, he instinctively wanted to grab her, but Penelope was a step ahead. She pivoted and walked away.

He couldn't reach her.

"Penelope," Kelvin called out, "cback." Penelope didn't turn around.

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! He continued to call her, "Penelope!" Instead, she quickened her pace and exited the ward.

Kelvin lay on his hospital bed, cursing under his breath, "Damn it!" He was too weak to get out of bed; otherwise, he would never have let her leave.

His left hand lay immobile beside him, and irritation creased his face.

Penelope had just left when the butler cin, "Mr. Davis." "Pass a message to Timothy." Kelvin instructed, "I want him to find the most effective scar removal cream in the world." The butler obliged, "Yes, sir." Kelvin added, "Also, have Ryan cby. It's tto deal with the backlog of company issues." The butler was surprised, "Mr. Davis, you've just awakened..." "Do as I say!" he demanded.

Kelvin always presented a facade of relentless toughness to others, never showing a hint of tenderness. Only Penelope ever saw his more vulnerable side.

"Oh," Kelvin suddenly remembered, "where's Fiona?" The butler explained, "Sent back to the psychiatric hospital, hanging on by a thread." He squinted, "She's not dead?" His knife had gone straight into her heart-swift, precise, and ruthless.

At that moment, Kelvin's fear did not have enough force, worrying that Fiona might still get a chance to hurt Penelope, so he struck to kill.

He was skilled and physically superior to the average person.

"Mr. Foster said it's too easy on her if she dies," the butler responded, "so he ordered the doctors to save her." Kelvin nodded and replied, "Okay." Timothy understood him well.

"Why are you here at the hospital? Shouldn't you be handling things at The King Mano?" Kelvin inquired, ΕΠ "Ryan can manage matters here." The butler explained, "Ryan has been keeping the company stable and couldn't spare the time, so I was sent instead." The Davis Group was nearly thrown into chaos, saved only by Timothy and Ryan's united front, which stabilized things.

Now, with Kelvin awake, the situation had completely turned around.

Kelvin hummed in acknowledgment and pressed his fingers to his temple.

After a moment of thought, the butler cautiously added, "Mr. Davis, not everyone around you has the best intentions. While you were es unconscious, it would've been better to have someone trustworthy by your side." Of course, Kelvin understood what he meant and responded, "You've done well these past few days."

"It's no trouble, just doing my duty," the butler responded. "It was Mrs. Davis who remindedto cand n stay with you at the hospital." "Her?" Kelvin said in astonishment.

The butler remarked, "Yes, Mrs. Davis... she thinks ahead." Kelvin asked coolly, "With my injury, I bet there are those who are eager to take advantage. Who has visitedin the past few days?" The butler informed, "Your Grandfather and Lady Lily." "Anyone else?" Kelvin asked.

"No, Mr. Davis," the butler confirmed, wary of saying more.

The butler hoped that Mr. Davis would be more cautious around Lady Lily to prevent the kind of tragedy that befell Mr. Davis Sr. from happening again! Kelvin instructed, "There's something else I need you to handle." The butler replied, "Yes, please, Mr. Davis." "Arrange for a few people to keep an eye on Penelope secretly," Kelvin emphasized, "Make sure she doesn't notice them." If she found out, with her temperament, she would certainly be upset with him, thinking that he was spying on her.

But the truth was that he genuinely wanted to protect her.