Chapter 945 If You Don't Want, I Won't Touch You
"How long..."
Penelope opened her mouth but couldn't quite find the words.
Yeah, how long would it take?
A month? Three months? Six months or even longer?
Could Kelvin wait that long?
"You see, Penelope, even you don't know," Kelvin sighed. "I don't have to touch you. I can give you time to come out of the shadow of that incident slowly. But you need to understand, we're always going to be married, and we can always be close in the most legitimate way."
"Sor..."
She wanted to apologize again, but the words felt so powerless.
Sorry is really the most useless word in the world.
"Kelvin, don't push me, please..." Penelope shook her head, her hands still wrapped around his neck. "I know you want me to move on quickly, but I can't. I want to go back to how things were, but can we really?"
He answered firmly, "We can."
She looked into his eyes.
In Kelvin's pupils, she saw her own reflection.
"Thank you, Kelvin, for always being on my side, believing in me unconditionally, helping me, never blaming me even a little..."
Penelope felt deeply moved.
He not only trusted her but also believed nothing had happened between her and Brandon.
Even though he saw the scene himself.
Penelope thought, if she saw Kelvin in bed with another woman, she might not be able to trust him like he trusted her.
She was lucky to have found a good partner.
But she was also unlucky; one night had destroyed the happiness she had worked so hard to achieve.
"My dear Penelope," Kelvin stroked her soft hair, over and over. "What am I going to do with you?"
He kissed her forehead and bent down to lift her into his arms.
Penelope gasped, "Kelvin, you..."
What was he doing?
Did he still want to make love to her?
Penelope stared at him, bewildered.
"If you don't want to, I won't touch you," Kelvin said softly, carrying her to the lounge chair. "I respect your wishes."
In this glasshouse, besides the telescope, there was a place to relax.
Leaning back on this chair, you could see the entire starry sky.
Twinkling.
Perfect for unwinding.
Kelvin sat on the lounge chair, letting Penelope lie in his arms.
"You probably won't sleep again tonight," he said, his fingers running through her hair. "Lying awake until dawn, afraid to toss and turn, afraid to get out of bed, just lying quietly beside me, silently crying..."
"In the morning, you run to the bathroom, use a warm towel to reduce the swelling in your eyes, pretending nothing happened."
"Penelope, just because I don't say anything doesn't mean I don't know."
Penelope closed her eyes.
So he had noticed everything, but he never called her out on it.
Kelvin gazed at the vast starry sky. "Penelope, no matter how big the problem, I can always stay calm and find a solution. But when it comes to you, I feel so helpless, time and again."
She didn't respond.
He didn't speak again.
He watched the stars, and she listened to his heartbeat.
After a while, Penelope softly asked, "If... if I stay like this, unable to move on, punishing myself, unable to fully embrace you, what then?"
"It won't happen, Penelope."
"But I feel like I can't shake it off."
That night felt like a curse she couldn't escape, no matter how hard she tried.
Kelvin's voice was steady. "I told you, something's not right about all this. I believe nothing happened between you and Brandon. I just need some time to prove it."
"What if the truth is that something did happen between Brandon and me?"
Penelope looked up into his eyes, searching for reassurance.
"Penelope," Kelvin frowned, "why do you always jump to the worst conclusion?"
"I can't afford to hope for the best because..."
The higher the hope, the harder the fall.
She braced herself for the worst-case scenario, so if it came true, she could face it without falling apart.
Seeing her like this, Kelvin's heart ached.
But he felt helpless.
As her husband, he wished he could do more.
"Alright," Penelope sensed the tension and shifted gears. "Am I the first person to see this glasshouse?"
"Yeah, you are."
She grinned. "I thought you built it for Sam. You did promise him the naming rights to a small asteroid, after all."
Kelvin replied with a smirk, "He'll have to wait his turn. You're more important."
"You're playing favorites... watch out, Sam might not call you Dad this year."
"He'll come around."
Kelvin wasn't worried in the slightest.
He could handle Sam, no sweat.
He just wasn't ready to pull any tricks on Sam... not yet. He wasn't in a rush to hear "Dad" from him anyway.
With Lucy's sweet voice calling him Dad, that was enough.
He was used to Sam calling him "Kelvin, Kelvin" every day.
"So, can I assume you built this glasshouse just for our Vesper Davis?"
He nodded, "It was always meant for you."
"And Sam?"
Kelvin didn't miss a beat. "He can borrow it."
Penelope shook her head, laughing. "If Sam knew, he'd be so upset."
"If you don't tell him, and I don't tell him, how would he know?"
"I've heard of parents tricking their kids, but not the other way around."
Kelvin said seriously, "How is it tricking him? He gets to use it too, just after you. You're the most important in our family, so you come first."
Women love this kind of unconditional favoritism.
No reason, no explanation, just giving you the best because you are you, because you deserve it.
This glasshouse felt like a paradise, a place to escape all worries.
Listening to the wind, watching the stars, using the telescope to look at the universe, and sunbathing during the day.
It was wonderful.
"I really like it, I really do..." Penelope murmured, closing her eyes and drifting into sleep.
The feeling of being surrounded by happiness was intoxicating, even overwhelming.
Kelvin carried her back to the master bedroom, gently covering her with a blanket, watching her peaceful sleeping face.
Every time he saw her so serene and beautiful, his hatred for Brandon grew a little more!
Penelope should have been carefree, but now she was burdened with worries!
The next morning.
Kelvin quietly left the room, gently closing the door.
Penelope was still asleep.
Last night in the glasshouse, he had used a sleep-inducing aroma, so she slept more soundly than usual.
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