Chapter 17
Penelope said, "I've got a cold. I'm coughing, my throat's dry, itchy, and sore, and my nose won't stop running."
The doctor asked, "Do you have a fever?"
Penelope touched her forehead. "Nope."
The doctor started writing a prescription and casually asked, "Any other symptoms lately?"
She thought for a second. "Well, I had some Seafood Bisque one night, felt nauseous, and threw up."
The doctor asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
Penelope replied softly, "I'm married."
But Kelvin had never slept with her.
She had only been with another man that one night.
The doctor handed her a stack of forms. "Next."
Penelope glanced through them and saw they included blood tests and gynecological exams.
"Is there a mistake?" she asked, "I just have a cold. Why do I need blood tests and all this?"
The doctor shot back, "Are you the doctor or am I?"
Penelope blurted out, "I don't have money."
The doctor responded, "Mr. Davis has already paid."
Fine, she decided to do it. After all, he had more money than he could ever spend!
After the tests, she had to wait half an hour for the results.
But Kelvin had already called. "You've been gone so long. What are you doing at the hospital?"
Penelope knew she had been delayed at the prison and quickly replied, "I'm on my way."
Kelvin urged, "Hurry up!"
She didn't have time to wait for the test results and rushed back to the Davis Group.
Since she had just joined the jewelry department and had a ton of work, Penelope worked overtime until late at night to finish her tasks.
Not far from the company, she saw an empty water bottle discarded on the roadside.
Penelope quickly walked over and bent down to pick it up.
A person stood beside her hand.
"Penelope, I can't imagine how much you've suffered all these years," Nathan sighed, full of heartache, "I could have been your hero, but I became a faithless man."
"Move aside," she said flatly, "Mr. Smith, you're in my way."
In the past, Penelope might have been moved by such sweet talk.
But now, she was someone who could have been crushed by twenty thousand dollars and had no right to enjoy love!
Nathan's eyes glistened with tears. "I looked into your past. It took me a long time to finish reading those two pages of information. Every word felt like a knife cutting into me!"
Penelope remained indifferent. "That's all in the past. You don't need to pretend to care now."
Nathan insisted, "No, I can still make it up to you!"
"Who do you think you are?" Penelope asked, "Can you stand up to Kelvin? You can't even stand up to your own father!"
Nathan, agitated, stepped forward, and Penelope immediately stepped back. "Don't touch me!"
She didn't want to be scrubbed raw in the bathroom by Kelvin again! It hurt!
"I know it's hard, but I'll try," Nathan spoke, "Penelope, do you believe me?"
Penelope nodded. "I believe you. But I don't need it anymore."
At that moment, Penelope knew she really let it go.
She believed what Nathan said, that his father Chris Smith had arranged for him to go abroad, and it wasn't an act of cowardice. He had been deceived.
He didn’t know, so she wouldn’t have continued to blame him.
Penelope returned to the King Manor and saw a bowl of soup on the dining table.
"Mrs. Davis, Mr. Davis wants you to drink it," Jeff reminded her.
Penelope's face scrunched up. Lily had so much free time, delivering soup every day without getting tired!
Today's soup was still Seafood Bisque, and it looked unappetizing.
She pinched her nose and drank it all in one go.
Unfortunately, Penelope overestimated herself. The fishy taste lingered in her mouth, leaving a greasy feeling.
She ran to the bathroom and threw up.
After vomiting, Penelope looked at her pale face in the mirror.
What was going on?
Was there something wrong with her stomach? Was she sick, or was she pregnant?
In the mirror, another face suddenly appeared.
Kelvin, in black silk pajamas, leaned lazily against the door frame. "Threw up again?"
She wiped her mouth. "Yeah."
Kelvin asked, "Is it that bad?"
"A bit," Penelope replied, "I don't like soup. It's greasy and not nutritious."
Kelvin sneered, "Lily uses top-quality ingredients and simmers it for half a day to make that one bowl."
Penelope responded, "Give it to someone else. I can't enjoy it."
She turned on the faucet and washed her face, feeling a bit more awake.
Kelvin looked at her. "Who allowed you to come back so late?"
"Overtime," Penelope turned to look at him. "I had a meeting with Mr. Foster all afternoon."
Kelvin questioned, "Penelope, do you think you can use Timothy as an excuse for everything in the future?"
Penelope replied, "I was indeed working overtime at the company, then walked back, and it took this long."
Kelvin squinted. "Couldn't you walk faster?"
Penelope couldn't help but retort, "I've been working all day and I'm exhausted. Walking ten miles, it's a miracle I didn't die halfway. Do you expect me to move at rocket speed?"
Kelvin replied, "Penelope, you won't die on the road, only in my hands."
Penelope couldn't communicate with him and turned her head away.
He had such a handsome face but such a sharp tongue!
"Follow me," Kelvin ordered.
Reluctantly, she walked to the master bedroom door. Just as Penelope was about to pull back her blanket, her waist tightened, and he pinned her against the wall.
"I've given you twenty thousand dollars," he spoke hoarsely, "Fulfill your duties as a wife."
Penelope was shocked. "Are you serious?"
Kelvin asked, "You took the money and don't want to do the job?"
Penelope nervously scratched her palm. "Kelvin, you won't sleep with me."
"Really? Then let's see," Kelvin's hand started to wander.
Penelope reminded him, "Kelvin, I'm your enemy's daughter. Can you really go through with it?"
As soon as she said this, the atmosphere became tense.
Penelope could only provoke him like this to ensure her safety!
"Yes, thank you for the reminder," Kelvin uttered, gripping the back of her head and speaking through clenched teeth, "But don't think you'll get away with it!"
Penelope replied, "I'll pay you back the twenty thousand dollars!"
Kelvin mocked, "Please me, and you won't have to."
Penelope's eyes widened.
"You have no choice," Kelvin continued, "From the day you fell into my hands, you lost the right to choose. Understand?"
Penelope knew exactly what he meant by "please."
It meant a woman pleasing a man.
"Well?" Kelvin raised an eyebrow, displeased. "Not starting yet?"
Penelope bit her lower lip. "You can go to Fiona."
"How could I bear to touch her now," Kelvin leaned in, his nose touching hers. "I'm saving her for the wedding night. As for you, you're just for fun!"
The favored Fiona was always confident, while she had no dignity!
Kelvin always meant what he said, and tonight, she couldn't escape.
With a hardened heart, Penelope closed her eyes, ready to go through with it.
Suddenly, she was thrown aside.
Kelvin's angry voice rang out, "You really are willing, so cheap, Penelope!"
Her back hit the bed corner hard, it hurt, but she felt relieved inside.
Great! Kelvin was finally tired of her!
Seeing her eyelashes tremble and her cheeks flush, Kelvin felt a stronger physical reaction.
This couldn't go on. If he kept playing with her, he'd end up getting himself involved!
After all, he was a normal man!
Sitting in his sports car, Kelvin dialed William's number. "Do those pills you sent me have side effects?"
William admitted, "Indeed, a little."
Kelvin instructed, "What is it?"
William replied, "Mr. Davis, the medication has an aphrodisiac effect."
Kelvin's face darkened. "Why didn't you warn me earlier?"
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