From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 532 So You Had Your Reasons? His topics were all over the place, leaving Penelope kinda lost.

Hand? What was about her hand? When Penelope glanced down, Kelvin had already stepped up and grabbed her hand.

"You been using that ointment I gave you? Why's the scab still there?" "I've been using it every day," Penelope replied.

But the butler had given it to her on the sly.

How did Kelvin know? Would he get mad at the butler? "The ointment's mine," Penelope quickly said, "No one else is involved!" The more cautious she was, the more Kelvin felt bad for her.

He held her hand tight and led her outside.

"You..." Penelope tried to pull away, but he just held on tighter.

In the living room, the lights were bright.

Kelvin found the first aid kit and carefully reapplied the medicine for her.

Penelope felt super uncomfortable, but he was really focused. His hair fell over his forehead, making him look kinda tender.

Gentle Kelvin, in a surprising twist, was more dangerous than when he was all riled up! Penelope's fingers were still pretty messed up. For days, she couldn't hold a paintbrush or type on a keyboard, making everything a pain.

But she didn't say anything. At work, she hid it, pretending everything was fine, not wanting Monica and Tina to find out.

Kelvin asked, "Does it hurt? Needto be gentler?" Penelope frowned.

Kelvin immediately said, "Does it hurt? Why didn't you say anything?" "It doesn't hurt," Penelope said.

"Hmm?" Kelvin said.

Penelope looked at him. "I said it doesn't hurt." "Then why'd you frown?" Kelvin asked, raising his hand to smooth out the frown on her forehead.

"I just find it funny and weird," Penelope said, dodging his touch. "When my hand got hurt, you were right there. You saw it but didn't say a word, didn't stop it. Now that my hand's already this messed up, you're acting all concerned. It's been days. By the tyou remember to check my injury, my hand would probably be useless! Kelvin, what's the point of this? Who are you trying to impress? Or are you just trying to disgust me?" Penelope said.

Kelvin looked at her. "At that time, Penelope, I had no choice." He wouldn't have let her hand bleed, not if there was even a slight chance of protecting her from all this pain and danger.

He tried to make her leave, deliberately scolding her to keep her away, but Madison was clearly making things tough for her at that time.

He was powerless.

"Penelope," Kelvin's gaze deepened, "The harm Madison caused you, you can pay it back a thousandfold!" "Pay it back?" Penelope asked, "How? I can't even see her now!" "She hurt your hand, so you can break her ten fingers, one bone at a time. She made you serve tea and water, so you can make her do hard labor!" Kelvin's eyes were filled with intense anger.

Just talking about what Madison did made him furious! And at the time, he needed immense self-control to keep his cool! "I want her to give Lucy back to me," Penelope said, "That's my only request!" The crap she put up with these days was all to get Lucy back! Kelvin's Adam's apple bobbed. "Penelope, that day's coming soon." 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! "When Lucy first called Madison 'Mommy,' you said the sthing," Penelope shot back. "You toldto trust you, to believe you, Kelvin. I did all that, but what about you? How did you letdown?" "I had no choice," Kelvin said.

Penelope sneered, "Oh, so you had your reasons?" Kelvin nodded. "I really did..." But before he could finish, Penelope cut him off. "Are you gonna say you did all this for me? For Lucy? That you were using Madison, deceiving her to get the method to restore Lucy's consciousness from her, right?" Yep.

She nailed it.

Kelvin knew if he nodded, it'd just bring more of Penelope's ridicule.

She wouldn't buy it.

Just his words, without any proof, Penelope would think he was full of it.

That's why Kelvin didn't explain.

He could spill the truth now, tell her he didn't love Madison, that it was all an act, that he never slept with Madison, and that there was always a bodyguard in his place.

But he knew saying it would be pointless.

Without solid proof, how could Penelope believe him? "Why aren't you saying anything?" Penelope still stared at him. "Is it because I guessed what you were gonna say next, so you got nothing to add?" "Penelope," Kelvin said.

"Sorry, I didn't sugarcoat it or leave you an out. Kelvin, if it were another woman, she might sensibly forgive all your past mistakes, be moved by your change of heart, and cry tears of gratitude. But I'm not another woman; I'm Penelope," Penelope said.

The one and only Penelope.

She'd been through more desperate situations and tasted more sorrowful lives, and now, these little troubles were something she was used to. They couldn't hurt her most vulnerable places! Kelvin lowered his head, screwed the ointment cap back on, and put it back in the first aid kit without saying a word.

But seeing him like this, Penelope got even angrier.

As if he was the one who had been wronged!

"Answer me; otherwise, it looks like I'm being unreasonable, making an fuss, and not understanding or caring about you!" Penelope said. "Don't makelook like the bad guy." "Penelope, you really don't understand me," Kelvin said.

Penelope looked puzzled.

"But," Kelvin smiled, "It's okay, I don't blyou." Penelope was even more puzzled.

Wait, was he saying it was her fault? What did she do wrong? "Kelvin, make yourself clear!" Penelope's stubbornness flared up. "What do you mean by 'I don't blyou?"" "Penelope, many things will becclear to you over time. Actions speak louder than words." The more Penelope listened, the more confused she got.

She didn't have the tor energy to worry about it anymore, so she grabbed his sleeve. "Wait, don't rush off." "I'm just putting away the first aid kit," Kelvin said.

"Just leave it there!" Penelope said. "If I've misunderstood you you can say sp. I'm very reasonable!" But Kelvin remained calm and slow, not at all his usual decisive self.

This made Penelope even more anxious!