From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 370 Real Dad? So Old He just raised an eyebrow. "Penelope, are you cooking?" "Yes!" she replied impatiently.

"Great, I'm hungry too. Make a little extra." Penelope glared at Kelvin. "None for you!" She stormed into the kitchen.

Lucy, in her sweet voice, said, "It's okay, Dad. I'll share mine with you!" Kelvin's hearty laugh filled the ward.

He pinched Lucy's cheek.

He thought Lucy would always reject him, but she warmed up to him quickly. She even seemed to favor him now, no longer siding with Penelope.

"Lucy, if you giveyours, won't Mom get mad?" "She won't. Mommy said I'm sick and only Dad can makebetter. Daddy works so hard and is so great, I can't let you go hungry!" "Lucy, Mom is great too." Lucy blinked. "The doctor said they need to transplant Daddy's bone marrow into me. Just thinking about it hurts. Daddy, I'll be strong and won't cry, so you don't cry either." "Okay," Kelvin replied, "Neither of us will cry." "Okay! Promise!" Looking at Lucy, Kelvin's heart melted.

Having a child changed his perspective.

He wanted to give her all the world's goodness, to watch her grow up, yet he couldn't bear to see her grow up too fast.

"Lucy." "Yes, Daddy?" Kelvin asked, "Do you not like my white hair? How about I dye it blonde?" ten laar roerkapecrackrict, his lanik onto entren If it turned white, so be it.

He didn't care about others' strange looks.

But now, he worried Lucy might not accept it.

Lucy was about to answer when a scream ripped through the air from the kitchen. Kelvin's expression changed, and he immediately jumped up and rushed in, not even bothering to put on his shoes.

"What happened, Penelope?" he asked with concern, "Did you burn yourself?" He grabbed her fingers and held them under the faucet, then put them in his mouth. Kelvin's actions were instinctive; he didn't think much about it.

Penelope just felt her fingers being moistened, and with the slightest movement, she could feel his tongue. A familiar and tingling sensation surged from deep within her! Penelope quickly pulled back. "I'm fine. I'm not familiar with this kitchen. It's my first tusing it, and I got burned when I lit the stove." "Letsee." Kelvin firmly held her hand, carefully examining the burn.

"It's blistering," he said, "I'll call a nurse." Penelope immediately stopped him. "It's just a minor burn, not even worth calling a nurse. That would be embarrassing." "Doesn't it hurt?" "It's fine, just run it under cold water a bit more." Kelvin frowned deeply. "Is this how you've been taking care of yourself these past four years?" She didn't respond, turning back to the stove.

Yes, the weight of the family had rested solely on her shoulders for the past four years.

Raising two kids, working as a designer, grocery shopping, picking up and dropping off the kids, cooking, even unclogging drains and changing light bulbs-she could do it all.

She attended parent-teacher meetings and never missed a parent-child sports day.

She was both mother and father.

Penelope never thought there was anything wrong with this, nor did she find it exhausting.

She was exhausted but happy.

She lived freely, not relying on anyone.

She was content.

Now, back in LA, she accidentally burned herself, and someone was genuinely worried about her.

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What woman doesn't want to be cherished and cared for? Penelope craved this feeling but resisted Kelvin's affection.

He was like a devil, a poison-addictive at first touch, pulling her into an emotional quagmire she couldn't escape. "Penelope..." Kelvin's voice was hoarse, "You're too strong-willed." She changed the subject. "What do you want to eat? I'll make something simple. You need to keep up your nutrition for the bone marrow donation to Lucy." "I'll eat whatever you make." "Alright." Penelope focused on cooking.

Kelvin didn't leave; he stayed by her side, occasionally helping out, keeping a close eye on her, afraid she might get hurt again.

This made Penelope feel uneasy, like she was being watched.

"I'm not a child," she said, "Go keep Lucy company. She's slowly accepting you." "To me, you're worse at taking care of yourself than Lucy." "I'm not... Ah!" Penelope was about to stir-fry the vegetables when the pan's handle got scorching hot.

She got burned again.

Kelvin's frown deepened.

"I'll do it." He pushed her aside. "You tell me. I'll cook." "You?" "Yes." It was the first tPenelope saw Kelvin cook.

Could he do it with that clumsiness of his? "Salt?" Kelvin asked, "Is this much enough?" "A little less, yes, that's right." If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "Soy sauce for flavor." "Simmer it for a bit, or it will be too tough. Lucy doesn't like that."

Kelvin, though clueless in the kitchen, managed to get dinger on the table with e Penelope's patient guidance.

Lucy sat cross-legged on the hospital bed, resting her chin in her hands, watching Kelvin and Penelope's backs. Having a daddy seemed like a good thing.

Finally, someone cared for Penelope and stayed by her side.

Lucy picked up the phone by the bed, unlocked it skillfully, and took a photo to send to Sam.

Lucy: [Sam, look.] Sam quickly replied: [Who's that old man next to mom!] Lucy: [That's not an old man. That's daddy.] Sam: [?] Lucy: [Daddy just has white hair, but his face is still young! Very handsome!] Sam: [You've only been in LA for two days, and you found our dad?] Lucy: [This is the real daddy, not someone we found.] Sam: [Real daddy? So old? From the background, he looks ugly. How did Penelope fall for him back then!] Lucy was about to reply, but Kelvin cout with the food.

She had to lock the screen.

"Lucy, tto eat," Penelope said, "Go wash your hands first." "Okay, mommy." Kelvin sat at the dining table, taking photos with his phone.

Penelope glanced over but didn't think much of it.

After all, it was Kelvin's first tcooking. Even though it was under her guidance, he

must have felt a sense of accomplishment and wanted to m commemorate it. However, after taking the photos, Kelvin did something rare he posted on Facebook. [A family of three, three meals a day.] The photo was of the food on the table.