From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 227 This Is Actually Mrs. Davis She felt like Cinderella, bearing the title of Mrs. Davis, attending the world's most prestigious jewelry exhibition, wearing a custom-made gown, looking glamorous, but when the clock struck twelve...

She would revert to her original form, with nothing left.

On the day of the Ethereal Gems Virtual Exhibit.

The entire city of Los Angeles was in an uproar.

Reporters and media had been staking out the exhibition since morning, just to capture the first-hand news.

The value of the jewelry on display was beyond monetary measure, so a large number of professional bodyguards were deployed to patrol outside the exhibition hall, ensuring that nothing would go wrong.

Those who could attend the exhibition were all prominent figures.

Celebrities, tycoons, or politicians.

"We are now outside the jewelry exhibition hall, bringing you the latest updates. It is reported that the number of guests invited to this exhibition does not exceed a hundred worldwide." "As you can see, the entrance is already lined with luxury cars, and the entire exhibition hall is under strict security, requiring an invitation to enter." "Breaking news, the centerpiece of the exhibition, 'Heart of the Ocean,' has arrived at the hall. It is said that it will be auctioned tonight, and we await the final price with bated breath!" Suddenly, someone shouted- "Mr. Davis's car is here!" A Rolls-Royce slowly drove in and stopped beside the red carpet.

Reporters swarmed, surrounding the car door, with flashlights constantly flashing.

Bodyguards held back the reporters, creating a narrow path.

Kelvin was the first to get out of the car, accustomed to such scenes.

He glanced at the reporters, then turned and extended his hand into the car.

There was someone else! Mr. Davis had brought a female companion! The reporters went wild. Who would Mr. Davis bring to such an important event? Could it be the legendary Mrs. Davis? A slender and fair hand rested in Kelvin's palm, with neatly manicured nails.

Penelope got out of the car.

Kelvin helped her adjust her gown.

As she looked up, she was blinded by countless flashlights, making it impossible to open her eyes.

Reporters' questions rang in her ears- "Mr. Davis, what are your expectations for this exhibition?" "Will Adoring Cupid have any commercial cooperation with the exhibition organizers?" "Mr. Davis, is this your companion?" "Mr. Davis, do you never bring Mrs. Davis to public events?" "It seems Mrs. Davis has never appeared in public." Penelope glanced at Kelvin.

In fact, who Mrs. Davis was and whether she appeared in public was no longer important.

She had never thought of herself as Mrs. Davis.

Once, when she was infatuated, Penelope had fantasized about Kelvin introducing her in public and saying, "This is my wife." Now it was too late; things had changed.

Penelope was about to walk inside when Kelvin gently pulled her back.

Then, in a deep and resonant voice, he said, "My wife is right beside me." Penelope was stunned.

The people around were also shocked for a couple of seconds before they reacted. "This is actually Mrs. Davis!" "She looks so unfamiliar; we've never seen her before." Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on nov@L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! "Mr. Davis likes this type of woman!" Countless cameras were aimed at Penelope, snapping away, trying to capture her clearest and most frontal photo! "Sorry for not having introduced my wife to everyone," Kelvin's voice cthrough the reporters' microphones, "She is shy, and doesn't want to put her private life on display." "This jewelry exhibition is significant for her. She is not only my wife but also the chief designer of Adoring Cupid." Penelope stood beside Kelvin, her head slightly lowered.

Many microphones were extended toward her, but the bodyguards blocked them.

Kelvin held her hand and walked into the exhibition hall.

The noise gradually faded away, left behind.

"Why acknowledge my identity now?" Penelope asked softly, "It's unnecessary." Kelvin walked steadily forward. "I want everyone in LA to know you. I want them to see you and immediately know you are my wife." To mark her with his label, never to be removed.

"So that's what you think. Then..." Penelope dragged her voice, saying, "What if you fall in love with another woman in the future, marry her, and she gets jealous when she hears about today?" "Marry?" "Yes." Kelvin tightened his grip on her hand. "In this lifetime, you are my only wife." No one else! Only she was qualified to be his wife.

No one else was! Penelope bit her lip. Kelvin was always domineering and did things his way.

After the jewelry exhibition, she would probably be the headline of major media outlets.

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on novi L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! To be precise, people were not interested in her but in the identity of Mrs. Davis.

After passing through security and showing their invitations, they m entered the exhibition hall. Penelope temporarily put everything out of her mind, her eyes sparkling as she looked at each exhibit. Everywhere her eyes landed, she saw exquisite jewelry! Each display case showcased a priceless piece of jewelry, dazzling under the lights.

"So beautiful, so stunning," Penelope said, standing in front of a bulletproof glass case, looking at a diamond bracelet.

There were over a hundred pieces of jewelry in the exhibition hall, each one precious and worthy of individual appreciation and careful savoring.

Especially the designers behind these jewels, who were already internationally renowned.

"Do you like it?" Kelvin asked.

Penelope was looking at the jewelry; he was looking at her.

"Which woman can refuse diamonds?" Penelope retorted, "Especially so many, so big, and so expensive diamonds." Immersed in the world of jewelry, Penelope was no longer so indifferent, happily and earnestly sharing the gems with him.

"Look, this is a pink diamond." she pointed to the diamond in the display rare and case. "Pink diamonds are rare this one is so big, with each cut facet being perfect. Even one half its size is worth tens of thousands dollars. This one is at least worth millions dollars, plus the labor and the designer's effort." Kelvin said, "If you like it, I'll buy it for you." Penelope paused and glanced sideways. "Does liking something means you have to own it?" "Of course. Otherwise, why like it?" "We are not from the sworld. You can buy whatever you want, but I..." Penelope spread her hands, then continued, "Have no money." She still needed to save money to leave LA ; and raise two children.

Formula, diapers, tuition, etc., were all significant expenses! "Mine is yours. You can use my money as you please." Kelvin looked at the pink diamond, saying, "It is indeed beautiful. I'll buy it and make a ring for you, designed by you. It will be perfect." To be honest, Penelope was tempted.

But no matter how tempted she was, she wouldn't take it.