From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 184 I Don't Believe Your Heart Is Made of Stone Kelvin stated, "You can't escape from me, Penelope." Penelope closed her eyes and lifted her hands to embrace him back, her hands resting on his back.

Kelvin's whole body shuddered, and then he hugged her even tighter.

She was responding to him, and it filled him with joy.

But...

"Kelvin, you know what?" Penelope whispered into his ear. "The one thing I truly desire is to distance myself from you as far as humanly possible." His heart ached instantly, and even breathing felt like being torn apart.

"Why did you have to find me? Grandpa Davis finally helpedescape, and you... you cafterso quickly. Don't you care about your hand? Do you want to end up disabled?" she asked.

"Kelvin, how could a disabled man be worthy of me? I would despise you.

"Don't think just because you risked your life to save me, because you ruined your arm for me, that I would be eternally grateful and love you helplessly... You're mistaken. The harm you've done tofar outweighs any good you've given." Every word from Penelope was a dagger, stabbing Kelvin relentlessly.

His breathing grew erratic, suppressing the immense anger within him.

He tried to plead calmly, "Penelope, stop it..." "No, I need to say this." Penelope continued, "When Fiona heldhostage, and you knelt for me, traded yourself for me, injured your arm, I was truly touched, but it was just that touched." "Kelvin, I don't love you. Why can't you face that reality?" she continued, "That night at the hotel, if I had known it was you, I'd have been disgusted. I would have chosen to end the pregnancy. I don't want to have your children." Sickly blood rose in Kelvin's throat.

Only Penelope could wound him so effortlessly from the inside out.

Her words were so cruel.

And he heard them loud and clear.

To find Penelope, Kelvin has a major fallout with Grandpa Davis, leaves the hospital against medical advice, uses his private jet to fly over in the dead of night without sleeping for nearly twenty-four hours, and finally sees her.

He cfor her; he wanted to take her back home, but her words were the ones that wounded him most deeply. "Kelvin, letgo," Penelope looked at him. "Please?" He flatly refused, "No." Penelope cracked a smile and said, "I know..." Kelvin grasped her hand, pressing it firmly against his chest.

His heart was racing, thumping audibly.

"If I let you go, Penelope, then who will setfree?" Kelvin asked. "Do you wantto suffer loneliness, endure a life without you?" She replied, "You're only taking my body. Kelvin, I'll still run." He remarked, "I won't give you that chance." Penelope tilted her head back at him, "I don't have to run. I can stay in LA. As long as we never see each other again, as long as we get divorced and cut all ties, why should I exile myself from my home?" The word "divorced" seared through Kelvin like a branding iron.

"Do you hatethat much? Don't you have any love left for me?" He gripped her shoulders, his voice demanding an answer, "After everything I've done for you, all my attempts to make amends, to give you promises, and you still won't accept it?" Penelope nodded firmly, "Yes, I can't accept it. I still hate you." Kelvin stared at her, his gaze too intense, too oppressive. Penelope couldn't bear to look into his eyes for long. Suddenly, Kelvin blurted out, "Did Grandpa tell you something else?" Penelope was taken aback, "No, not at all." "Don't hide it from me. He must have," insisted Kelvin. "He must have told you to be heartless with me, not to giveeven the slightest chance. That's why you said what you just did, right?" 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! "Kelvin, you're deluding yourself," Penelope retorted.

He drew closer, closing the door with the back of his hand and pinning Penelope against the wall. "I don't believe it. I don't believe you are merciless. I call this way to get you, and you're not even slightly moved..." Kelvin's voice trailed off, softer and softer.

With a twisted smile, Penelope asked, "So, even if I fled to the ends of the earth, you'd find me?" He simply replied, "Yes." "That's not love," Penelope argued. "Kelvin, you're selfish; you're possessive!" He rebutted, "Say whatever you want, Penelope. If it's selfish, then I'm selfish." Kelvin never believed that love meant letting go or that true affection was about facilitating someone else's happiness. His philosophy was simple: if he loved her, he needed to have her, no matter what.

Penelope bit her lip and shoved him, "Since you've found me, and I can't escape, do withwhat you will." She pushed with enough force to ensure he stepped back, then turned and walked away without looking back. After a few steps, she realized Kelvin wasn't following her or making any noise. It was oddly silent. Overcby curiosity and a nagging feeling, Penelope turned around for a glance.

Kelvin was leaning against the wall, his healthy right hand covering a wound on his left, his face twisted in pain. Spots of blood soaked through the white bandage.

"Kelvin!" Penelope cried out in alarm and dashed back to his side.

It must have been when she pushed him; she could have carelessly aggravated his injury.

The more she thought about it, the more she blamed herself. Kelvin's! hand needed proper care, or it could ΕΠ be ruined.

He had already risked aggravating his injury by traveling internationally, and now, in her clumsiness, she had made it worse... "Are you okay?" Penelope asked anxiously, "Should I call a doctor?" Kelvin's lips were slightly pale as he insisted, "I'm fine." "How can you be fine? You're bleeding again!" Penelope exclaimed, "It was me. I pushed you... I, I..." She stuttered, consumed by guilt.

"Dummy," Kelvin said softly, "It's not your fault. It was my carelessness." Penelope supported him and said, "Just sit down for a bit. I'll go get a doctor..." Before she could finish, Kelvin pulled her into his embrace, and she ended up sitting on his lap.

"Kelvin, you..." she was furious at his antics.

"No leaving." His voice was firm. "I'm not letting you out of my sight." "But you need a doctor for that injury," she protested.

He insisted, "It's nothing serious." "How can it be nothing? Don't you care about your arm at all? Do you actually want to be disabled?" she said, frantically.

Seeing Penelope's anxious face, Kelvin couldn't help but smile.

"Look, Penelope, you say you hate me, and yet here you are, worried about me."

Penelope quickly retorted, "I just don't want you to ruin your armcompletely! Otherwise, I'll be the guilty one!" Kelvin smiled, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

His wound was painful, but he could endure it, even manage without showing a trace of discomfort.

However, he chose to show his pain, to make Penelope feel sorry for him.

Kelvin thought, no matter how harsh her words had been earlier, at this moment, her concern was real and sincere.