Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 84

Ignoring Tiffany’s shouting, Oscar took Amelia by her hand to wait for the elevator. Amelia waved to Tiffany and said, “Go in, Tiff. I’ll call you once I’m home.”

Soon after, Amelia was dragged into the elevator.

Tiffany grumbled to herself, “What a tasteless man. Someday you’ll definitely be begging me on your knees.”

Inside the elevator, Amelia turned to Oscar. “Mr. Clinton, what’s with you today? It’s as if you’ve eaten gunpowder for dinner.”

He said nothing, merely staring at her indifferently.

Amelia had a hard time wrapping her head around how hot and cold Oscar was behaving. Why would he come to pick her up yet be so indifferent toward her?

“Mr. Clinton, if you’re angry that my friend was unkind to you, I can apologize on her behalf,” Amelia suggested.

He took a quick look at her. “What’s with those photographs?”

Though her heart skipped, she did a great job pretending to be ignorant. “What photographs?”

“I received a parcel at six o’clock. It was a stack of photographs. I want to hear your explanation.”

In an instant, she felt like a large cloud was hovering above her, about to unleash a flood of rain over her head. It felt ominous.

She had never expected Jennifer Larson to be this ruthless. She hadn’t even given her enough time to process before she sent the photos to Oscar Clinton.

At that moment, she truly detested Jennifer. She had no animosity toward her. They didn’t even have any relation to each other. Yet, Jennifer bore a deep grudge toward her, so much so she was planning to destroy her marriage. Amelia couldn’t understand. How did ruining her marriage benefitted Jennifer?

“Are the photographs related to me?” Amelia continued pretending.

Oscar stared at her fervently without a word.

Amelia’s heart was racing. Oscar’s silence was making her uneasy. She feared Oscar would divorce her, and Olivia, who had always doted on her, would be disappointed if she’d seen the photos.

Amelia truly hated Jennifer then. She and Carter Scott were innocent, yet they had to suffer through such injustice.

“Mr. Clinton, I didn’t even get to see those photos. Don’t you feel like you’ve gone overboard for faulting me without finding out the truth?”

“You’ll see when you’re home,” he said simply.

quietened down, and so did Oscar. The car was filled with a

the neighborhood where their condominium was and found a parking spot. He pulled open his door and got out before momentarily recalling Tiffany’s words. Amelia hadn’t lived an

muttered in a rare,

forming into a grin as she

in the lead while she followed behind gloomily. Abruptly, she clutched her

suspiciously. Amelia looked even more pitifully at him, her voice weakening as she

to panic, bending down to

“Mr. Clinton, you were ignoring me earlier. My heart was hurting, so

his head to look at her. “You

on him unabashedly. “Mr. Clinton, don’t be so cold to me. Every time you do,

Oscar tried to put her down, she clutched onto him like a koala would a tree, whining weakly, “Mr. Clinton, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t be photographed with anyone else other than you. I shouldn’t have infuriated

the elevator and pressed their floor before proceeding to

entered the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, his heart feeling exceptionally frustrated. When he came out, Amelia jumped on him once more with no fear of any consequences. She whined pitifully and coquettishly, “Mr. Clinton,

his eyes, speaking in a cold voice, “You’ve

be good if

his eyes deepened. “At least

very self-aware.” She attempted to rouse his sympathy by blinking her eyes excessively, feigning

loud slam sounded from the bedroom door. Like a deflated balloon, Amelia slumped down onto

envelope in hand. Amelia looked at it listlessly. “Mr. Clinton, are the

envelope on the table and said, “Take

a second before reaching for the envelope. A stack of

man and a woman she easily recognized. It was

you’re truly ruthless!

and

she smiled faintly at him. “Mr. Clinton, if I were to say nothing happened between me

“No.”

these photographs, I wouldn’t believe

went forward and bent slightly, leaving only centimeters between them when he raised a hand to pinch her chin. “Amelia Winters, are you that desperate? I’ve been pleasing you so passionately. Are you still so unsatisfied

a moment, yet her face remained neutral. “Mr. Clinton, didn’t you already know I was such a person?”

on her chin increased, retorting, “Do you

You definitely don’t!

his possessiveness. Had these photographs been of Oscar and Cassie, and he had claimed to be innocent, she wouldn’t have

their lips faintly brushing against each other.

satisfy you enough, or was the money I gave you insufficient? Was that why you were so eager to hook up with another man before you divorced me? Carter Scott may be handsome and