Chapter 1093 It Feels Like the First Time I Met You
He was scared to death, almost thinking he had messed up and that his job—no, the whole store—was in jeopardy!
Kelvin's presence was just too overwhelming!
A single glance from him could make anyone's legs go weak!
Penelope walked over, her height only reaching his chest.
"Do you think it looks good?" Kelvin asked. "Why aren't you answering me?"
"Because it looks so good, I was too busy admiring it and forgot to answer."
Kelvin's previously anxious heart finally settled down.
So that's what it was... He had thought she didn't like his new blonde hair!
"You look so much younger," Penelope said, running her fingers through his fine, long hair. "It's like seeing you for the first time again."
"You remember our first meeting?"
"Of course I do, it only happens once in a lifetime."
Back then, Kelvin was truly young, in his mid-twenties, already the CEO of Davis Group.
He possessed a maturity and steadiness that far surpassed those of his peers.
Later, his hair turned white overnight, and Penelope had almost forgotten what he looked like with blonde hair.
"So handsome, so dashing," Penelope said, staring at him without blinking. "I should have had you dye it blonde sooner."
Kelvin pulled her into his arms. "It's not like you haven't seen me with blonde hair before."
"I have, but it was so long ago. You've had white hair longer than Sam and Lucy have been alive."
He smiled and pinched her cheek. "As long as you like it."
He had dyed his white hair blonde for her.
"I like you no matter what," Penelope said. "But I do prefer your blonde hair. It's more dashing and makes you look younger and more composed."
Kelvin, with white hair, always had a melancholic air, a sense of weariness.
Now, it was like he had really gone back a few years.
Penelope intertwined her fingers with his. "It's great, we can grow old together."
Kelvin kissed her forehead. "Yes."
As they left the salon, Penelope was about to head back to the hospital, but Kelvin stopped her and pointed. "Let's go over there."
"Why?"
The hospital was located in the city center, surrounded by an old neighborhood with many small alleys, bustling with local residents, and featuring numerous restaurants and long-standing food stalls.
"I'm hungry," Kelvin said. "Sitting for so long to get my hair done, I need to eat."
"What do you want to eat?"
"Let's walk around and see what we find."
Without waiting for Penelope to respond, he took her hand and led her into the alley.
She followed obediently in his wake.
The alley was narrow, lined with shops, filled with the sounds of vendors calling out and the clatter of pots and pans. The food stalls were steaming, and the air was filled with the delicious aromas of various dishes.
Kelvin, with his striking presence, stood out in such a place, easily noticeable in the crowd.
So... he drew a lot of attention.
"I didn't expect you to come to a place like this," Penelope said. "You don't seem like the type."
Kelvin kept holding her hand, searching for something to eat, and casually asked, "What type do I seem like?"
"The type that goes to high-end restaurants, where a meal costs thousands of dollars, and a bottle of wine is several thousand more."
He laughed. "They are all merely food. There's no distinction. As long as it tastes good. These places are often more authentic. Penelope, what do you want to eat?"
Penelope replied, "I'll eat whatever you eat."
He was the patient, after all, and she wasn't really hungry.
She had been snacking the whole time at the salon, munching on a lot of snacks!
But she didn't want Kelvin to scold her for only eating snacks and not real food, so she didn't say anything.
"Let's have empanadas," Kelvin pointed at them. "The owner is making them fresh."
"Sounds good."
Seeing customers approach, and such a handsome couple at that, the owner greeted them cheerfully. "What can I get for you two?"
"Two empanadas, two glasses of milk, and some..." Penelope looked at the menu and ordered a few more items.
"Sure, have a seat inside!"
The owner quickly started preparing their order.
Kelvin sat at a small table.
Because he was so tall, the table seemed small and low, making him look quite uncomfortable and a bit pitiful.
Penelope couldn't help but laugh. "You chose this place, remember?"
"I did, so what?"
"You don't look very happy."
He raised an eyebrow. "As long as I'm with you, I'm happy anywhere."
Penelope took out a napkin and wiped the table in front of him, knowing he had a bit of an obsession with cleanliness. This place wasn't as spotless as a high-end restaurant would be.
"You seem to be in a really good mood today," Penelope said. "Suddenly deciding to dye your hair blonde, and now wanting to eat at a place like this. These aren't things you usually do."
"I want to leave the hospital, but you won't let me." Kelvin's expression turned genuinely pitiful. "So what can I do? I can't disobey you, so I decided to rebel a little, go out for a walk, and come back later."
Then, he added, "Consider it a date."
Penelope laughed, her eyes crinkling. "Rebelling and dragging me into it. Do you really hate being in the hospital that much?"
"It's stifling, boring, the bed is uncomfortable, and the smell of disinfectant is awful."
Kelvin said, frowning with disgust.
Penelope replied seriously, "No matter what, you can only leave when the doctor says so. You can't decide on your own."
"Okay." He nodded. "I'll listen to you."
Soon, the owner brought over the empanadas.
Steaming hot, with a unique aroma.
Kelvin placed the first one in her bowl. "Eat it while it's hot."
Penelope took a bite, savoring the delicious flavor.
"Careful," he said. "Don't get it on your clothes."
"It's really good," Penelope's eyes sparkled. "Stop looking at me and try it yourself. Aren't you hungry?"
Kelvin finally picked up his fork. "Alright."
"How is it? Isn't it delicious?"
"It is."
The owner, overhearing their conversation, looked pleased. "Of course, my empanadas are a family recipe. My grandpa and dad sold them on this street, and now it's my turn. Everyone around here has tried them."
Penelope gave a thumbs-up. "You could rival a Michelin chef."
"Michelin?" the owner asked. "Who's that? Never heard of them."
Kelvin couldn't help but laugh.
Penelope explained, "It means a five-star chef."
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