From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

chapter135 Kelvin Grabs the Knife Barehanded Penelope's words were laced with such ferocity that her hands trembled uncontrollably. The blade she held danced perilously close to her skin, leaving a slender cut along her neck. The wound wasn't deep, but it was enough to break the skin, allowing blood to slowly seep out. The sight of Penelope's self-inflicted injury pained Kelvin far more than if the blade had been turned on him. In that instant, he realized that she had succeeded in punishing him.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault," Kelvin blurted out, his voice laced with desperation. He was frantic to get her to drop the knife. "Everything is on me; you're innocent. Penelope, don't do anything stupid!" As he looked into her eyes, he saw a fear and helplessness that couldn't be feigned. It was then that he realized the truth - he had developed feelings for her. But when had this happened? She hadn't noticed it at all.

"Whatever it is, we can talk this out. I'll agree to anything," Kelvin urged, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on her. "Whatever you want, it's yours!" "I want my child. I want it to survive. Can you do that?" Penelope's voice was filled with a desperate hope. Kelvin fell silent. Resurrection... that was impossible.

Penelope laughed then, a laugh-filled with desolation. "I never imagined I would use my death to threaten and punish you. I never believed you when you said you loved me." "I've been backing down, only wishing for my child's life, such a simple and humble wish, and yet you sought to destroy it with your own hands. Kelvin, I will never forgive you, never!" "You have your way of loving me, and I have my way of trampling on your love! If I killed you, the Davis family would just putbehind bars, a murderer. But if I die..." Tears started to fall from Penelope's eyes as she spoke.

"You'll never have me, your love will be unrequited forever, and there will never be another Penelope in this world... You'll rememberforever, unable to forget or let go..." Slowly, she pressed the knife edge toward the primary artery in her neck. Blood began to flow faster. The vivid red blood seared Kelvin's eyes.

"I won't kill you, no..." Penelope murmured, "Not because I can't bear to, but because your death means nothing to me. Kelvin, you're a devil, destined to die alone, unworthy of love, even less worthy of loving someone!" As her words fell, she closed her eyes and pushed harder against the knife. With one slice, it would all be over. But- Penelope felt no pain. Her eyes snapped open to a startling sight. Kelvin had caught the knife with his bare hands! He gripped it tightly, halting her next move with sheer force. Blood dripped continuously, but Kelvin didn't loosen his grasp.

"Kelvin, you..." Penelope gasped. If this went on, he would ruin his hand! "Let go," Kelvin gritted out.

"It's you who should let go!" Penelope retorted. It was a knife, and he was holding it by the blade! Kelvin, seemingly unfazed by pain, grasped the edge while forcefully prying open Penelope's fingers, wrenching the knife away from her. The entire blade was now thoroughly stained red with blood. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Penelope's body sagged, her frslowly sinking into the sterile sheets of the hospital bed. Her eyes, red- rimmed and glistening with unshed tears, were locked onto Kelvin.

"Why, why..." she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper, "I can't kill you, I can't bring myself to do it, I don't even have the right to my own death!" Kelvin's response was gentle, his voice a soothing balm against her raw emotions. "Penelope, it's because deep down, you harbor feelings fortoo." "No! I could never fall for a devil!" Penelope's denial was vehement, her head shaking in a desperate attempt to refute his words.

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! "If you truly despisedas much as you claim, you would've seized this perfect opportunity to stabwithout a moment's hesitation," Kelvin reasoned, his voice steady. "You hate me, but simultaneously, you love me." "No, that's impossible, how could... No, that's not it! Kelvin, I don't understand what you're saying!" Penelope's hands flew to her head, her voice rising in a crescendo of denial.

Her parents were victims of his actions, one in jail and the other in the hospital. Her once bright future was tarnished, her life irrevocably altered after spending two years in a mental institution because of him. And now, he had taken her child away. How could she possibly harbor any affection for such a monster? Kelvin merely glanced at her quietly, his hand reaching for the call button. "Get a doctor in here." "Yes, Mr. Davis." The room was soon filled with medical personnel, their eyes widening in shock at the sight that greeted them. Blood was splattered everywhere - on the bed, the floor, and the once white sheets and comforter. Penelope, dressed in her hospital gown, was drenched in blood, a slender cut on her neck still oozing.

But what was most shocking was Kelvin holding the knife - not by the handle, but the blade! "This, this..." the doctor stuttered, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Take care of her wounds now," Kelvin commanded, his voice sharp. "What are you waiting for!" "Right, right away..." The doctors quickly snapped out of their shock, rushing to attend to Penelope's wound.

The cut on her neck was superficial, requiring only a quick application of a coagulant, with no need for a bandage. Fortunately, the rest of her body was unharmed.

After the doctor had attended to Penelope and turned his attention to Kelvin, he gasped in horror. "Good heavens!" he exclaimed, staring at Kelvin's hand.

Kelvin's palm was torn, two distinct gashes revealing the stark white of his bone. In a desperate attempt to prevent Penelope from hurting herself, he had grabbed the knife by the blade. The strength it must've taken to hold her back was unimaginable; the harder his grip, the deeper the knife must've cut. "What?" Kelvin said, his face stoic, urging the doctor to proceed. "Con, do it."

As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Penelope, careful not to alarm her.

Fear had consumed him in the m e moment numbing the pain. Now, in a more relaxed state, he refrained from showing any sign of pain, sparing Penelope unnecessary worry.

With a sad face, the doctor crouched down beside Kelvin, working to stop the bleeding and baxdage the injury. Blood-soaked cotton balls were tossed into a trash bin, quickly piling up. Throughout the procedure, Kelvin never once cried out in pain. Instead, he occasionally glanced at Penelope.

Seated on the hospital bed, Penelope stared blankly, her gaze empty, her thoughts unreadable.

After half an hour, the doctor sighed heavily, "Alright, Mr. Davis, keep your hand dry for a month. And try not to lift anything heavy." "Hm," he acknowledged, "What about her?" "Mrs. Davis has a superficial wound... It's minor, nothing to worry about."