From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 189 Morning Sickness Strikes Again But with Kelvin holding the reins of power, he would have to find a way to let Anthony get involved.

Timothy knew this all too well.

He stroked his chin, "Kelvin, what's your plan? Are you going to honor your father's wishes, or..." Timothy made a throat-slitting gesture.

Family feuds and power grabs in wealthy clans are a brutal, zero-sum game.

Only one can claim the throne.

And the loser... is left with nothing but misery.

"If they keep their heads down, I might let them stay," Kelvin said coolly. "But if they get greedy, they'll end up with nothing." "Smart as Lily and Anthony are together, they're still no match for you," Timothy scoffed. "If not for their Davis ties, they'd be long gone from LA. But honestly, your biggest challenge is your young wife." At the mention of Penelope, Kelvin did indeed feel a twinge of worry.

He rubbed his temple.

"This whirlwind romance chase, all excited and forgetting h- enjoying it?" Timothy teased, arms crossed. "But it's us, the regular grunts, who suffer." Kelvin shot him a look, "It's fine." Timothy asked, "When is Penelope returning to work? She's the lead designer at Adoring Cupid, you know." Kelvin suggested, "Let her rest at hfor a couple of days. Once the bandages on her face are off, she can cback to the office." Kelvin was concerned. He feared that the scars might make her feel insecure and afraid to face people. But he found no fault in her appearance, feeling only a deep-seated tenderness.

"All right then," Timothy said. "Wish you luck with your wife-chasing." Kelvin didn't respond.

The road ahead was long and without end in sight.

And besides... Nathan was back.

Kelvin envied Nathan for having shared her formative years, growing up inseparable, and being a significant presence in her life. Kelvin was never entirely certain about Penelope's true feelings for Nathan.

During a rushed encounter at the airport, Kelvin noticed the concern and yearning in Nathan's eyes directed at Penelope.

Seeing Kelvin lost in thought, Timothy couldn't resist stirring the pot, "Hey, Kelvin, I'm dying to know..." Kelvin snapped, "Out with it." "Just how much do you like Penelope?" Timothy asked curiously.

"Like?" Kelvin was puzzled.

Timothy nodded, "Yeah. What else could it be?" Kelvin replied, "My feelings for her... 'like' isn't the right word." "Is it... love?" Timothy asked in confirmation.

Kelvin confirmed, "Yeah." It was love.

A reckless, headlong kind of love.

A charging-towards-the-tiger-despite-knowing-the-danger kind of love.

And Kelvin knew he'd fallen for her twice.

He'd been drawn to her without knowing she was the woman from that night.

After finding out, his love beceven more intense and solid. No one could replace Penelope in Kelvin's heart.

"It's a mess, all of it," Timothy sighed. "The saying goes that love is blind, but man, you guys are on a tough path. Kelvin, what you're giving Penelope isn't just love." Kelvin agreed, "I know." 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! "The vengeance for your father's death... it's always there," Timothy reminded him. "An unsolvable knot." Kelvin retorted, "No matter how tough, I'll find a way to untie it." "How? Unless your father's death had nothing to do with Dr. Cooper. But you've looked into it and put Dr. Cooper behind bars." Kelvin fell silent again.

Love was irrational; he could have fallen for anyone, yet he fell for the one person he shouldn't have.

Kelvin waved his hand dismissively, and said, "Stop bothering me." With a shrug, Timothy walked away.

Kelvin pulled out his phone, browsing through his photo gallery. On the flight back to LA, he'd sneakily taken many pictures of Penelope.

There she was, asleep, looking bewildered as she awoke, even one with a dab of sauce on her lip while eating... He never thought he could love someone so deeply.

When Penelope woke up, it was already noon, and Kelvin was long gone.

Maybe it was the jet lag from her trip to the United States or just sheer exhaustion, but she had becunusually sleepy these past few days.

"Mrs. Davis, you're awake," said the butler. "Would you like breakfast now?" She nodded, "What about the office..." Timothy informed, "Mr. Davis approved your leave. He said you can return to work once you're well-rested." At least she had a semblance of freedom now. Heading to the office, working on her designs, she felt useful and alive.

"Sure," Penelope said, "I've got to drop by the hospital this afternoon to get my stitches out." Timothy said, "Mrs. Davis, I'll arrange for a driver." 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! Penelope didn't fuss much about the scar on her face, but Kelvin was another story- he was on pins and needles about it.

Every day, she found a brand-new scar treatment cream on her Whe one nightstand, a different one each time. It got to the point where she didn't even know which cream to apply. Sometimes, when she'd forget to use it before bed, she'd wake up to find that Kelvin had already applied it for her. The guy was surprisingly detail-oriented.

At the hospital, the strong odor of disinfectant still stung her nostrils.

"The cut on your neck is healing nicely," the doctor complimented. "The scarring has faded a lot; it's barely noticeable now. You don't seem to scar easily." Penelope replied, "I've... I've been diligent with the scar cream daily; maybe that's why it's healing so well." The doctor reminded, "Make sure to keep applying it to the one on your cheek, too. Don't give up." She replied, "Will do." After the stitches were removed, Penelope examined her reflection in the mirror.

On her soft and delicate skin lays a pinkish, three to four-centimeter-long scar, perched near her chin like a tiny caterpillar. The nurse, mistaking her contemplation for distress, quickly comforted her, "Don't worry. Give it a couple of months, and it will fade significantly." "It's fine," Penelope said with a smile. "A mask will easily cover it up." She got up and left the dermatology clinic behind.

However, she still wanted to visit the office; it had been a while since she last worked on her design sketches, and her fingers were itching to draw again. Seeing her 'Adoring Cupid' line roaring sales gave her a great sense of accomplishment.

To avoid alarming her colleagues, Penelope decided to wear a mask at work from then on. Just as she was about to take the elevator, someone passed by with a takeout filled with chicken soup, its savory aroma wafting through the air. The smell hit her, and immediately...

Disgust! Clutching her mouth, she rushed over to a nearby trash can and started to retch. Although nothing cout, her face turned pale. That nauseating sensation was all too familiar, terrifyingly so.

Morning sickness!

She had experienced the ssymptoms during her previous pregnancy-unable to tolerate even the smallest whiff of greasy food, hurling at every turn, unable to eat a thing. And now, she was displaying the ssigns. Moreover, Penelope was constantly tired, another tell-tale sign of pregnancy.

"How is this possible? No, it can't be," Penelope murmured, her hand reflexively resting on her belly.