Chapter 849 You and My Wife Bear Some Resemblance
"My wife is a huge fan of yours," Kelvin said. "Whatever she wants to do, I'm here to help her make it happen."
Thessaly's heart, which had been racing, suddenly skipped a beat.
Of course, Kelvin was head over heels for Penelope. He was known for being a devoted husband.
How could she even entertain such a crazy thought?
Besides, Penelope was her benefactor!
"So, everything I do is for my wife," Kelvin continued, his sharp features softening a bit when he mentioned Penelope. "Like I said, the favor you owed, she took care of it for you."
Thessaly forced a smile, making herself stop looking at Kelvin and stop overthinking.
He was married.
He loved his wife.
"Mrs. Davis is really lucky," Thessaly said sincerely. "To have married you."
"No, I'm the lucky one to have married her."
Thessaly was momentarily stunned, feeling a shock she had never experienced before.
Having been in the entertainment industry for so long, she had seen all kinds of complicated and messy relationships.
Lovers, mistresses, sugar daddies, one-night stands—she had almost stopped believing in love, let alone that someone could steadfastly love another person.
But now, Thessaly had seen it.
In an instant, she felt ashamed of her earlier feelings!
She should simply admire a man like Kelvin, not want to stand by his side!
She had read so much about Kelvin and Penelope's love story online; she knew it well.
How ridiculous!
Thessaly silently told herself that she must not have any more inappropriate thoughts about Kelvin!
Absolutely not!
She was proud and aloof, never wanting to be like those actresses who fawned over wealthy patrons. Did she want to become the kind of person she despised?
Besides, Kelvin wouldn't be interested in her.
His heart belonged to Penelope.
"My wife has endured the greatest hardships with me, suffered a lot. I owe her so much and want to make it up to her," Kelvin said, looking out at the neon lights, his features sharp and defined. "Now is the time for me to treat her well."
Thessaly sincerely remarked, "You two are truly happy."
Kelvin smiled faintly.
He wondered where Penelope was now.
She and Monica hadn't seen each other in a while, probably chatting away, gossiping and venting, having forgotten all about him. She wouldn't have time to think of him.
That little rascal.
Kelvin glanced at his watch.
It was time for him to go.
"Actually," Kelvin said, glancing at Thessaly, "you and my wife have some similarities."
"Really?"
"Independent, strong-willed, not wanting to rely on others, wanting to prove yourself with your own abilities," Kelvin said. "That's why she wanted to help you. She probably saw a bit of her younger self in you."
Back then, Penelope had no one to help her, no one to reach out a hand.
Now that she was strong and capable, she wanted to help others.
Because she had been through the rain, she wanted to hold an umbrella for others.
Kelvin thought that his appreciation for Thessaly was partly because he saw the similarities between her and Penelope.
"Hardworking people will be favored by luck," Kelvin said, hands behind his back. "Thessaly, your good days are just beginning."
"Yeah, I'm really lucky to have met Mr. and Mrs. Davis."
"Honestly, your personality isn't really cut out for the entertainment industry or the world of fame and fortune. You're meant to be a great actress, to focus on your craft and dedicate yourself to your acting career."
He had noticed during dinner that Thessaly seemed particularly uncomfortable.
Despite her efforts to hide it, he could see right through her.
But the entertainment industry required playing along and socializing, and her aloof nature wasn't well-received.
"I love acting," Thessaly replied. "It's my lifelong passion."
"Best of luck to you."
With that, Kelvin started to walk away. "Ryan will contact you tomorrow. Goodbye."
He had done what was needed.
Now it was up to Ryan.
Kelvin was confident that the agency wouldn't refuse someone he endorsed.
"Mr. Davis!" Thessaly called out. "Let me walk you out!"
It was a small gesture of appreciation, a bit of courtesy.
Because she had nothing else to offer Kelvin.
Kelvin lacked nothing, and what he did lack, she couldn't provide!
Thessaly adjusted the blazer she was wearing, which still carried Kelvin's scent, a faint, fresh cologne.
Kelvin didn't pause. "No need."
He just wanted to get home quickly.
If Penelope were back yet, he would go fetch her himself.
She was a mother now, yet she was hanging out so much. Did she even check the time?
What time was it already?
Kelvin continued walking, and Thessaly hurriedly followed.
She couldn't let Kelvin leave just like that!
"Wait for me, please!"
Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly slipped!
She screamed, losing control and falling backward!
Hearing her scream, Kelvin turned and saw the dangerous scene.
Without much thought, he immediately reached out, grabbed Thessaly's flailing hand, and pulled her into his arms.
Thessaly crashed into his solid chest.
That was close.
She almost fell!
Wearing high heels and falling backward, if her head had hit the floor first, it wouldn't have been a joke!
Thessaly felt a bit dizzy, her nose catching his scent.
It was the same as on the blazer.
But on him, it smelled even better.
She realized their position was too intimate!
It couldn't happen!
Just as Thessaly was about to step back, Kelvin moved first.
After making sure she was steady, Kelvin withdrew his hand and stepped back several paces. "Be careful."
He didn't like having too much physical contact with women other than Penelope.
But in that situation, it was instinctive.
He couldn't just stand by and do nothing!
Thessaly looked down at the floor.
A puddle of water was left by someone.
No wonder she slipped!
"Thank you, Mr. Davis," Thessaly said, a bit embarrassed. "Sorry for the trouble."
"You're welcome."
Kelvin's expression remained cold and indifferent, showing no emotion, as he turned to leave.
He was like this with everyone.
Only when he was interested or wanted to do something did a smile appear on his lips.
Thessaly watched his retreating figure, momentarily lost in thought.
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