From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

chapter 147 I Never Loved Fiona Penelope clenched her Penelope's teeth: ground together in frustration. "If I were to kill you,," she retorted, "I'd be signing my own death warrant!. Who in their right mind would make such a losing deal?" HeA slight smile curved his lips in a slight smile:as he replied, "Little wildcat." Kneeling From his position on the ground, Kennedy cautiously askedventured, "Mr. Davis, may I... go backreturn to work, please? This is all trivial,. I don't blamebear no grudge against Penelope, let's. Let's not waste your valuable time." "Work?" Kelvin arched ankelvin's eyebrow, arched in surprise. "Effective immediately, you're fired." relieved of your duties.""What?!" "Pack your thingsbelongings and leave." ," he commanded. The news struckhit Kennedy like a thunderbolt; she. She had never anticipated losing her job like this! in such a manner! The Davis Group was one of the bestmost esteemed companies in LA everybody, a place where everyone dreamed of working there for a greathandssalary! And now..., she had been fired! abruptly dismissed.Just then, Ryan returned with the coffee:a "Mr. Davis, here you go." The steaming cup of coffee. "Mr. hotDavis, your coffee was sending up curls of steam.

," he announced.Kelvin took itaccepted the cup and handed it to Penelope:. "Take this." "Why?" Kelvin said, she questioned. "Throw it on her." ," Kelvin instructed.Penelope froze, and Kennedy backed away frantically:. "No, no..." "Do we have to?" Penelope saidasked, her voice wavering. "It seems a bit extreme, like we're going too far." crossing a line."Kennedy had always bullied been a thorn in her side, antagonizing her both openly and secretly, but. But Kelvin had already fired her. Wasn't that punishment was enough.

?"Didn't she cause your burn?" Kelvin saidreminded her. "She deserves it." "But I..." "Enough," Kelvin saidinterjected, firmly handing herpressing the coffee. cup into her hand. "Penelope, remember this: kindness to others iscan be cruelty to yourself. She'll show you no mercy if she getsif given the chance to, she would walk all over you again." Moreoverwithout a second thought."Furthermore, Kelvin was making a statement to all the employees at Davis Group about Penelope's standing.

Moving From this point forward, anyone who daresdared to mess withcross her willwould have to answer to him, just likeas Kennedy was experiencing right now.

at this very moment. Penelope's grip tightened around the coffee cup, the heat seeping through.

"Pour it," Kelvin commanded.

She didn't move.

remained still. Kennedy, already shrinking into a corner, pleaded with wide-eyed terror, "Please, don't cany closer..." "Penelope, do it now," Kelvin pressed.

Hesitant, with her hand still clasping the cup, Kelvin suddenly leaned in, his front pressing against her back. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands guiding hers, and splashed the coffee onto Kennedy.

Kennedy screamed.

Penelope's brow furrowed, but she remained silent.

"It's not the first time," said Kelvin pointed out. "Remember when she accused you of stealing that ring, and today, she tried to strip you in front of everyone. What about next time? Penelope, you need to act decisively to prevent future troubles." Penelope looked down. "You're right. Do you recall at the charity auction when Fiona accusedof ruining her dress and tried to strip mine?" He pursed his lips.

Penelope turned to him. "Why didn't you take care of that problem? Fiona could be trouble too." "That's different," he said.

"Yes," Penelope nodded. "After all, she was someone you once loved." "I've never loved Fiona," he frowned.

"But she was yours," Penelope countered.

Silence followed.

That night...

He had indeed been with Fiona.

A sharp pang hit Penelope's heart, as if pricked by a needle.

She pulled away from Kelvin's embrace, turned, and walked away.

Kelvin watched her retreating figure, his expression turning grim. His eyes swept over the surrounding crowd.

The staff scattered swiftly back to their desks, not daring to raise their heads.

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! "Have security takeescort her out," Kelvin ordered. "And make sure she'll never be hired again." "Yes, Mr. Davis." Now, in the eyes of the company, the nature of Kelvin and Penelope's relationship seemed clear. Absolutely intimate! In the break room, whispers circulated.

"That Penelope, she's quite something, huh?" "Yeah, I wonder if Mrs. Davis knows about this?" "I hear Mrs. Davis is quite a delicate flower," someone whispered with a smirk. "Last time, during Mr. Davis's meeting, her call turned quite a few heads when she rang him up." "Man, who wouldn't want to swoop on a guy like Davis?" another voice chimed in. "Shh, shh, shh, here they come." Monica and Penelope entered the break room together.

Seeing them, everyone else quickly scattered as if nothing had happened.

"They must be wagging their tongues about you," Monica said with indignation. "What is Kelvin thinking, trying to tarnish your reputation like this?" "Let him be," Penelope replied dismissively.

"Yeah right, if he had the guts, he'd just own up that you're Mrs. Davis. Why hide a marriage?" Penelope shook her head gently. "I don't want to go public." She knew that she and Kelvin had no future, so there was no point in making their relationship the talk of the town.

Quitting tfinally arrived.

Today, Penelope didn't stay late. As soon as the clock struck the hour, she packed her things and left.

Stepping outAt long last, the end of the workday had arrived. On this particular day, Penelope did not linger in the office past hex scheduled m e hours. The moment the clock chimed the hour, she hastily gathered her belongings and departed.As she emerged from the imposing office building, she heard someonea voice rang out, calling her name, "Mrs. Cooper, Mrs. Cooper!" A man hurried toward her, dressed likein the unmistakable attire of a chauffeur:, rushed toward her. "Mr. Walker has been looking for inquiring about you." Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on novi L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! ," he informed her. "Brandon?" she questioned. "Yes, he's situated at the café just across the street." Penelope looked up followed his gaze and immediately spotted Brandon sitting, seated by the café's window, unmistakable to the eye.

his presence unmissable.Brandon was a true gentleman who had shownthrough and through, always extending kindness toward her. There wasShe found no reason for her to avoidevade him. Besides,, and his choice of such a conspicuously honest spot wasan openly visible location provided further reassurance enough. "Okay." Penelope crossed the. "Very well," she responded. She navigated her way across the bustling street and took the seat across fromopposite Brandon.

"It's been a whilestime," Brandon observed remarked, his gaze steady onunwavering as he studied her. "You look like you've lost sweight." Penelope offered a small smile. "lappear to have lost some, indeed." "Busy weight."Penelope responded with work? Or... a small, albeit forced, smile. "Indeed, I have shed a few pounds.""Is it the result of work-related stress? Or... could it be due to morning sickness? Trouble Difficulty with eating?" Her smile froze.

The lost faltered, freezing in place. The child she had lost was a wound in her heart that would neverrefused to heal.

"I... I hadsuffered a miscarriage." Penelope's," Penelope admitted, her voice was lowbarely above a whisper. "I couldn't save the baby." Brandon gasped., taken aback. "What?" "It's my fault. I couldn'tfailed to protect him. Mr. Walker, thankl am forever indebted to you for your past assistance-you once saved that child. I'lll will never forget such a debt." He sighed, heavy with regret. "What a tragedy. My You have my deepest condolences."

Life was precious, after all, was a precious thing, and having once savedplayed a role in saving that child, Brandon felt a certainprofound connection to it Penelope looked down, lowered her gaze, aimlessly stirring her coffee. "A woman really shouldn't get pregnantconceive when she's got nothing to her namedestitute-it's not just harming herselfself-harm, but harm to the child tooas well. Otherwise, he could have comebeen born into this colorfulvibrant world." "May I ask, if "If it's not too forward, intrusive, may I ask who the father was?" Brandon ventured.A bitter twist formed on smile twisted Penelope's lips.

Brandon inquired, "Is he... Mr. Davis?" Brandon probed further.Penelope shook her head. "No, not his." Brandon was taken aback. Kelvin and Penelope were had always been so close, yet the child wasn't Kelvin's? "The truth is, I don't know who the father offathered my child is," Penelope confessed, lifting her eyesgaze to meet Brandon's. "Mr. Walker, my past is filled with a tapestry of pain and shame, things that shouldn't taintshould not sully your ears."