Chapter 1092 Dyeing Hair
"Penelope, you can stay home," Kelvin insisted again. "I don't want you stuck in the hospital with me. It's too exhausting."
Penelope sighed, sitting by the bedside and holding his hand.
"Kelvin, I'm not tired, really," she said. "Seeing you get better bit by bit, slowly recovering, regaining your strength, and looking healthier makes me so happy."
"The scariest and hardest time for me was those few hours when you were in the emergency room. I still don't know how I managed to get through that. I don't want anything like that to happen again."
"Let's wait until the doctor confirms you're fully recovered before we leave, okay? I know you're strong, but we can't rush it. Illness comes like a mountain, but leaves like silk. You might feel better now, but you're not completely healed."
Penelope squeezed his hand tightly. "Let's wait a little longer. I'll wait with you."
Kelvin looked at their intertwined hands.
It wasn't that he didn't want to wait; he just couldn't afford to.
His time was running out, day by day, nearing its end.
Kelvin's current state was all an act.
He didn't feel like he was recovering; in fact, he felt worse each day.
The chest pains were becoming more frequent. Although he wasn't coughing anymore, he felt short of breath, and sometimes it was hard to breathe, as if a heavy stone was pressing on his heart.
But he couldn't tell Penelope about this, nor could he show it in front of her.
Kelvin had to bear it alone.
"...Alright," Kelvin conceded. "You're the boss in our family. I can't go against you."
Penelope smiled. "I'm thinking about your health. Kelvin, only if we're both healthy can we grow old together and spend our lives together."
He raised his hand and gently stroked her hair. "Growing old together..."
For him, that was an incredibly extravagant wish.
"Penelope," Kelvin's Adam's apple bobbed, "I've already grown old."
For her, he had turned gray overnight.
Everyone in LA was aware of it and had witnessed it.
His white hair had long become a symbol of Kelvin.
"Yes..." Penelope looked at his hair. "The day I left you, you thought I had completely abandoned you, and overnight, you missed me so much that your hair turned white."
She paused and said, "If you ever leave me completely, will I..."
Kelvin quickly reached out and pressed his finger to her lips.
"Don't say such unlucky things," he said hoarsely. "Penelope, you told me that before."
Penelope nodded.
Alright, she wouldn't say it.
But...
"Kelvin, dye your hair blonde," Penelope said. "I want to see you with blonde hair again."
He was taken aback. "Blonde?"
"Yes." Penelope leaned closer, smiling. "We promised to grow old together. You can't go ahead of me. We need to synchronize and turn gray together."
Kelvin smiled too.
"Alright, as you wish."
With that, he sat up in bed, ready to get up.
Penelope hadn't reacted yet. "Where are you going?"
"What's wrong?" Kelvin raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you say you wanted me to dye my hair?"
"Right now?!"
"Yes. No time like the present. Let's do it now, no delays."
Penelope was still hesitant, but Kelvin had already grabbed her hand. "Come on, let's go!"
Life rarely offered such spontaneous and crazy moments!
A bit thrilling!
Without notifying the doctor or telling the nurse, Kelvin took Penelope and left the hospital, heading to a hair salon.
"Hi there," the receptionist greeted warmly. "How can we help you today?"
Penelope smiled. "My husband wants to dye his hair."
"What color?"
"Blonde."
"Blonde?" The receptionist confirmed. "Your husband's white hair looks great, very stylish. Tall and handsome. If he dyes it blonde, it won't have the same effect."
Penelope continued to smile. "We're sure about blonde."
Kelvin's white hair was natural, not dyed, but the receptionist didn't realize that and thought it was intentionally dyed.
But to be fair, Kelvin's white hair did look very handsome.
With his face, any hair color would look good!
"Alright, please follow me."
The stylist began dyeing Kelvin's hair while Penelope sat in the waiting area, sipping water and snacking, watching Kelvin.
Even though he was her husband and she'd seen him for so many years, she couldn't help but marvel... The creator was really unfair.
Kelvin's features were so defined and deep!
Why did a man need to be so good-looking, even more refined than a woman?
Penelope rested her chin in her hand, admiring his stunning looks, while Kelvin watched her every move through the mirror.
Their eyes met in the mirror, and they shared a knowing smile.
This was the tacit understanding of a long-married couple.
It was love, affection, and the most direct expression of having each other in their hearts.
No matter where they were, no matter how many people were around, their eyes were only for each other!
Dyeing blonde hair was quicker than other colors, and two hours later, a blonde-haired Kelvin stood before Penelope.
"How is it?" He stood up, looking at her, seeking her opinion.
Penelope stared at him.
"What's wrong?" Kelvin raised an eyebrow. "Why aren't you saying anything?"
"I think..."
"Not good?"
Kelvin said, feeling a bit insecure, glancing at the mirror several times.
It shouldn't be. With his face, any hair color should look good. There shouldn't be a situation where he couldn't pull it off!
But Penelope's expression made Kelvin a bit uneasy.
He cared deeply about her opinion.
Kelvin thought, maybe the stylist messed it up?
Didn't do a good job?
Thinking this, Kelvin's gaze lightly swept over the stylist.
He had a strong presence that commanded respect without resorting to anger. An ordinary stylist couldn't handle such a look and was immediately flustered, feeling weak in the knees.
"Mr. Davis," the stylist said, "You asked for blonde. I... I didn't dye it wrong."
This blonde was natural, bright, not fake-looking.
It was great! Very handsome and proper!
What was wrong?
Was there a problem?
Kelvin pressed his lips together, not speaking.
"Yes, blonde," Penelope said. "It's right, very good, very satisfying."
With Penelope's confirmation, the stylist finally breathed a sigh of relief.
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