Chapter 877 There Is Nothing About Brandon That Was Worthy of His Jealousy!
Penelope decided to prank Kelvin for once!
But...
She ended up shooting herself in the foot.
Kelvin's face darkened, his lips pressed tightly together, not saying a word.
He looked a bit scary like this.
Penelope didn't say anything either. After all, she was practically a patient right now. How could she have the energy or the mind to cater to his emotions?
Women on their period... their tempers are always volatile!
Better not provoke them!
She thought she was already being gentle and kind!
After a while, Kelvin suddenly stood up.
"Hey, where are you going..."
Kelvin walked over to the water dispenser, poured her a cup of hot water, and when he sat back down on the hospital bed, he placed his palm on her lower abdomen.
He gently massaged in circles.
"Does this feel a bit better?"
Although his tone was a bit cold and his expression a bit sour, Penelope knew he had already given in.
After all, she was his beloved.
"It does," Penelope quickly nodded, "but it still hurts..."
"The painkillers haven't kicked in yet. Just wait a bit."
She glanced at the time outside: "It's so late already, I should call Sam and Lucy."
"They're already asleep," Kelvin said. "I already informed the housekeeper."
Penelope smiled, her eyes curving into crescents: "Our Mr. Davis is becoming more and more considerate and family-oriented."
He gave her a cool look.
"Our Mrs. Davis is becoming more and more unruly and undisciplined," Kelvin said. "Eating hot pot with Monica until midnight, drinking alcohol. And now, secretly going to celebrate Brandon's birthday without telling me. You know I worry about your health, yet you didn't inform me about your period..."
He listed her "offenses" one by one.
"What," Kelvin raised an eyebrow, "am I not important to you anymore?"
"No, no."
"Which one of these things didn't you do?"
"I..." Penelope replied, "I was just socializing normally. Brandon and I... we didn't hug and cuddle like you and Thessaly!"
"If I had come a bit later, Brandon's hand would have been on your waist, right?"
Penelope thought about it and realized it was true.
Although she had been trying to avoid it, when someone is about to fall, they can't think too much about it. Brandon was the closest to her, and if he genuinely wanted to help her, it would have been easy.
"But you arrived just in time," Penelope replied, "not too early, not too late."
She didn't know what had happened at that moment.
The shoes she wore were very comfortable, perfectly fitting her feet, and she had never tripped in them before. But today, she twisted her ankle.
It was probably because she wasn't feeling well.
Poor shoes... they got blamed by Kelvin and were thrown out on the street.
Kelvin snorted coldly: "If I had come a bit earlier, I would have interrupted your birthday celebration with Brandon. If I had come a bit later, he would have caught you when you fell, and you would have had physical contact!"
"So, you were like a godsend!" Penelope raised her hand and hooked it around his neck. "How did you know I was at that restaurant, in that private room? Who told you?"
"Does it matter?"
"I'm curious."
Kelvin looked disdainful, but his hand circled her waist: "It doesn't matter. What matters is that I came to take you home."
He had already given Brandon enough face by delaying his arrival.
Otherwise, if he had wanted to, he could have come much earlier.
Probably right after the candles were blown out, Kelvin would have arrived!
"I was just about to call you," Penelope said, looking into his eyes. "Isn't this called... telepathy?"
"You didn't inform me when you went, but you knew to call me to pick you up when you were coming back?"
"Because you're my dear. If you don't come to pick me up, should I let Brandon take me home?"
Kelvin's eyes darkened: "You wouldn't dare."
"I would," Penelope said. "I could even invite Brandon over to our place. Sam really misses him; they get along very well. Lucy knows Brandon, too. When we were in the small town, she said Uncle Brandon was like a superhero, always there to help with any problem..."
Kelvin's gaze grew colder inch by inch.
Penelope's voice grew softer and softer.
She was indeed getting bolder, daring to tease the tiger!
However, Kelvin didn't hold it against her. He tightened his grip, pulling her closer into his arms, and asked, "Did you notice any changes in Brandon this time?"
"No," Penelope said. "He's still the same."
"Really? Not even a little change?"
"No, still considerate, still a gentleman, always thinking of others, never making anyone feel uncomfortable or awkward, always knowing the right thing to do."
"Huh," Kelvin said, "keep praising him."
Penelope pouted: "You asked me first."
"I didn't ask you to praise him."
"Those are Brandon's strengths. I can't find any faults with him," Penelope replied. "And... Isabella is dead, Brent is gone, and I rejected him. He's all alone. Celebrating his birthday is normal."
Kelvin asked, "Are you sure Brandon has no flaws?"
No one is perfect.
Everyone has flaws.
Penelope knew this, too, but she really couldn't find any faults in Brandon.
If she had to say something...
"He's a bit too sentimental, soft-hearted, and nostalgic," Penelope thought. "But actually, that's not a flaw, it's a weakness. His sentiments are given to the wrong people, and he doesn't get the response he deserves."
Kelvin snorted again: "So, Brandon is perfect in your eyes?"
"Jealous?"
Penelope said, snuggling closer into his arms.
"Jealous of him? Ridiculous." Kelvin's expression was full of arrogance. "Brandon is the loser. He didn't get you, Penelope. In this life, from beginning to end, he can only watch you... watch you live happily by my side."
"He can only watch and do nothing else. That's his fate!"
Kelvin was the winner.
So, there was nothing about Brandon that he envied!
In fact...
Kelvin's lips slowly curled up: "Even if Brandon gets a girlfriend or gets married in the future, his heart will always have you, but he can't have you. Maybe, he'll marry a substitute."
That person might not look like Penelope.
However, in terms of personality, temperament, or some aspect, the one would resemble Penelope.
Because Brandon couldn't have the real thing, he would settle for a substitute!
Seeing Kelvin like this, Penelope got goosebumps.
She couldn't help but say, "Kelvin, you look... a bit scary."
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