From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 162 Only I Can Call You Penelope Penelope could defy norms because she was Kelvin's favorite.

How could they be the same? Monica had such a temper; she could stir up serious trouble any day, and even he wouldn't be able to protect her.

"Staff involved in the creation and promotion of the wedding rings will receive double overtpay," Kelvin announced, "as compensation." "Mr. Davis, you are such an enigma. One moment you're planning a romantic gesture for Mrs. Davis that the whole town would envy, the next you're pausing and withdrawing. What's the matter, Mr. Davis? Got a new flame?" Monica gibed. Timothy honestly wanted to cover Monica's mouth.

The conference room fell silent.

Kelvin coolly replied, "No new flame, always the ex-lover." It had started with Penelope, it was still her now, and it would be her in the future. Unchanging.

"Ha ha ha..." Timothy quickly played along to the mood. "Mr. Davis is truly a rare gem, the epitof a devoted and thoughtful husband. It's like trying to find a needle in a haystack." Monica's sleeve was nearly torn to shreds by Timothy's pulling. To save her clothing, she quieted down.

But unexpectedly, a clear and loud "tsk" echoed in everyone's ears in the meeting room. All eyes turned to the source. It was Penelope.

"Tsk," Penelope sounded again, "The one you find with a lantern may just be a ghost." Monica wanted to stand and give Penelope a round of applause and a standing ovation! Penelope smiled, "Good men are like ghosts. No one's ever seen one, but many believe they exist." Kelvin was lightly tapping his fingertips on the table, producing a steady tap-tap-tap that exuded an oppressive atmosphere.

Just when everyone thought Kelvin was about to explode in anger, they heard him say, "You have a point." Even Timothy couldn't help but cough, "Cough, cough, cough!" "Crude, but not without sense. Penelope certainly has a way with words," Kelvin said. "Let's get on with the meeting." Penelope kept her head down, looking very composed.

A male colleague beside her couldn't help but say, "You truly dare to speak your mind." She shrugged, "No big deal. At worst, I just won't work here anymore." "You know how hard it is to get into the Davis Group? They offer top salaries compared to other companies, and you don't care about that?" the male colleague asked in bewilderment.

Penelope smiled, "Let's focus on the meeting." What she didn't know was that her quiet exchange with her male colleague had not gone unnoticed by Kelvin. His eyes narrowed.

The meeting went on for over an hour.

Penelope was packing her stuff when she accidentally knocked over a water glass. The contents spilled out, drenching her colleague sitting next to her.

"Ah!" her colleague exclaimed, shooting up from his seat.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry," Penelope hastily apologized, reaching for snapkins.

"I didn't mean to... lethelp you clean up." She tried to dab at the spill, but her colleague quickly stepped back. "It's all right, I've got it," he said, waving her off.

"My bad," she said, still feeling guilty.

"It's fine..." he replied while taking the napkins and dashing off.

He had to get out of there... before Mr. Davis's glare did him in! It was just too much. He hadn't even done anything wrong, but it was certainly tto bolt! Penelope watched him flee, feeling utterly confused. 'Why the rush?' she wondered. Shrugging it off, she glanced down to see her papers were also soaked. With a heavy sigh, she silently gathered her things and made her way to the restroom to regroup.

In front of the mirror, she looked up and let out a shriek. "Ahh!" Kelvin's reflection stood out clearly behind her. But this was the ladies' room! How did he get in? 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! "Need a hand?" Kelvin asked, utterly unfazed as he stood behind her.

"Kelvin!" Penelope snapped, losing her patience. "Followingall morning and now into the restroom, are you skind of creep?" "I'm your husband," he remarked, nonchalantly.

She gritted her teeth. "Don't forget, we've signed divorce papers. It's just a matter of tbefore they're official!" "But until the divorce is finalized, we are still married," he reminded her as he stepped closer.

"You" she began, but Kelvin kept advancing until Penelope had no choice but to move back, ending up against the sink.

With an effortless movement, Kelvin wrapped his arms around her waist. "Penelope," he breathed.

He had called out to her like that the previous night, gazing up at her balcony in silence. Now... she heard him loud and clear. An indescribable feeling bubbled up inside her.

"There's no need to be so familiar," she retorted. "I have a first and last name." "Hasn't anyone ever called you that before?" he asked.

She hated to admit it but responded honestly, "Mhm." Her parents always called her Penelope, and so did Monica.

'Penelope...' it sounded too intimate, like the murmur of lovers, whispering sweet nothings.

"Then from now on, that's my nfor you, exclusive to me," Kelvin declared. "Got it?" Penelope pushed against his chest. "Kelvin, I've never met anyone as overbearing and unreasonable as you!" Already assigning her a pet nthat only he could use. Who did he think he was? "Well, now you have," he said, his voice softening. "Penelope, Penelope." He kept calling her nover and over.

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She gritted her teeth, "Get out now; what if someone comes in and sees... Aren't you embarrassed?" "Who would dare to cin?" Kelvin asked.

Penelope's eyes widened, "Are you saying... did someone see you cin here earlier? You just walked in so blatantly?" "Yes," he said, nonchalantly.

Penelope fell silent, dumbfounded. 'Just how thick was Kelvin's skin or did he even have any?' she wondered.

"What's so important that you had to ctalk toin the ladies' room?" Penelope demanded. "Couldn't you just wait until I got out?" "I couldn't wait," Kelvin replied.

Penelope pushed him, "Just spit it out, what do you want to say?" The more she pushed, the closer Kelvin moved, pressing his chest against hers.

"Penelope," he asked, "why were you smiling at other men?" Her expression was one of confusion, "Smiling? At whom did I smile?" "During the meeting, that man sitting next to you," he replied.

"That's my colleague from the design department!" Penelope retorted. "We e each other all the time. What's wrong with smiling a bit?" "I told you not to smile at other men," Kelvin remarked, a hint of jealousy in his tone.

Penelope was at a loss for words, "I wasn't smiling that much! It was just normal interaction, okay?"

She couldn't believe how jealous Kelvin could be! It was absolutely met insane! She had never met a man with such an overbearing sense of possession! "That's not acceptable either," Kelvin insisted. "You have never spoken toin such a friendly manner." Penelope clenched her teeth, "I can be friendly to any man because they haven't hurt or forced me. But you? Kelvin, you know very well what you've done to me!" His gaze darkened. He was the man who could never earn her sweetest smile.