From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 185 Kelvin, Don't TouchAt this moment, Kelvin was concerned.

"Laughing and laughing," Penelope said, trying to get up, but Kelvin held her waist firmly.

"I'm not leaving. I'll make a call," she insisted.

"I just want to be with you in peace, undisturbed, enjoying our little world," Kelvin whispered, "I don't want anyone else coming in." Penelope felt helpless.

She wanted to struggle but was afraid of hurting him.

The two of them looked silently at each other, gazes locked.

Gradually, Kelvin leaned closer, his breath nearing.

Penelope quickly dodged, "Kelvin, you..." "Penelope, let's... let's have a child," he murmured slowly, his voice husky and sincere.

Penelope felt her heart tighten.

"I will not have another child with you," she said, her voice firm. "Even if it happens by chance, I would not hesitate to have an abortion." Yet Kelvin shook his head and said, "You wouldn't. You can't let go." She challenged, "I will!" He calmly spoke, "You're still not over the child we lost. How could you bear to... Penelope, don't say such angry words." And with that, Kelvin's lips silenced hers.

As he sat on the plane, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Once they were reunited, he was determined to treasure her in every way imaginable-body and soul. Deep down, Kelvin felt that marriage was the only real testament to possessing her and having her truly exist by his side. And beyond that, he yearned desperately for a child. A baby would anchor Penelope, binding her to him and preventing any thoughts of departure. Little did Kelvin imagine that one day, having a child would bechis strategy for keeping Penelope.

Pressing her down onto the couch, he demanded her attention.

"Let go of me, Kelvin... don't touch me, I despise you..." Penelope's voice trembled with fear, resistant yet seemingly bewitched by his nearness.

"Stop it, Kelvin. Don't makehate you more," she pleaded, pushing against him weakly, her touch faltering as it met his arm.

She could push him away, flee, but she feared harming his hand.

"See, Penelope? You do care. You can't bear to hurt me..." Kelvin interpreted her hesitation as an invitation to persist.

His breath grew heavier, his uninjured right hand propped next to her while his left remained still, deliberately close to her body. He knew she wouldn't dare move or struggle if he maintained this delicate balance.

At that moment, Kelvin's cunning was fully directed at Penelope.

She felt utterly powerless, her cries unheard.

Soon, Kelvin began to undress her despite her protests.

"No, Kelvin, I don't want this!" she protested.

"You will," he insisted.

Penelope recalled the only two other times they had been intimate. The first was a night in a hotel, their identities unknown to each other, faces concealed, his touch unusually gentle and cautious. The second was a far harsher encounter in a car, devoid of any tenderness.

Today, Kelvin combined both with gentleness and roughness intertwined.

Penelope wondered why she had married this man only to suffer both emotional turmoil and physical degradation.

"Don't even think of leaving me," Kelvin whispered intensely, a breath away from her ear. "No matter where you go, I will follow..." Her tears turned to curses, "I hate you, Kelvin. I hate you with every fiber of my being!" 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! "Dear," Kelvin soothed, kissing away her tears, "I love you." Tired and beaten, Penelope closed her eyes and began to drift off to sleep. In her haze, she sensed herself being raised into Kelvin's embrace, which jolted her awake.

She was concerned, "Kelvin, your hand..." How could he still carry her, knowing the doctor's strict instructions not to exert himself? "I've got you one hand," Kelvin murmured as he gently kissed her forehead. "Don't worry, just sleep peacefully." True to his word, Kelvin, with a physique sculpted by years of gym dedication, effortlessly lifted her with one arm. Drained of strength and too tired to argue, Penelope quickly succumbed to sleep once more.

Seeing her vulnerable state, Kelvin's heart softened even further.

No matter how harsh or cold she seemed, he could always detect her care for him in her actions.

He was aware that she might hate him, but there was definitely love. Love mingled with hate was better than pure loathing.

When Penelope awoke again, darkness enveloped the room.

Memories of how Kelvin tormented her left her feeling numb. She felt unable to resist him, yet couldn't accept their intimacy-it was torture.

Her body might have relished the contact, but her mind vehemently rejected it.

The thought of carrying his child again was unbearable...

Suddenly, her stomach churned. Clutching her mouth, Penelope dashed to the bathroom, retching loudly.

'What was happening? Was the hatred from being close with Kelvin causing this?' Penelope thought.

The more she thought about it, the stronger the nausea grew, lasting a good while before she could catch her breath.

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on novi L5sfor 5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! Footsteps hurried toward her, and Kelvin appeared behind her. "Penelope, what's wrong? Are you feeling ill?"

aboutered Leaning on the sink and staring into the mirror, she muttered, "Yeah, sick. Just thinking about you claimingmakes my stomach turn." Kelvin fell silent.

It took several more minutes of retching before Penelope began to recover.

"I'll call a doctor," said Kelvin, "for a check-up." "No need." Despite her protests, Kelvin stubbornly called for Doctor William.

"Hey, Mr. Davis," William greeted with an air of familiarity, "We've always met through screens before. It's finally great to finally meet you in person!" He reached out to embrace Kelvin, who pushed him away with a slight chuckle.

Men hugging it didn't quite fit their macho demeanor.

William didn't mind, still grinning. "Mr. Davis, you calledover. Who needs the medical attention?"

"Her." Kelvin nodded toward om Penelope, who sat on the sofa looking frail and disheveled. Her pitiful yet captivating beauty awakened the urge to protect her from any man. "Wow," William couldn't hide his admiration, "such a beautiful lady with mesmerizing golden hair!" William set down his medical bag, and as he bent to take Penelope's hand, his lips poised to grace her hand, she was stunned.

Seeing the situation escalate, Kelvin quickly stepped in, shielding Penelope behind him, and shoved William away, "What you're doing?" William simply expressed, "I just wanted to kiss the beautiful lady." Kelvin retorted, "In your dreams." William looked crestfallen.

Penelope couldn't help but find his expression amusing and let slip a chuckle, "Kissing the back of the hand is a form of greeting."