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.

Oscar. The car was filled with a

an hour later, Oscar drove into 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 easy life. Even if

he muttered in a rare,

a grin as she undid her

she clutched her belly and wailed,

around and studied her suspiciously. Amelia looked even more pitifully at him, her voice weakening as she cried, “Mr.

bending down to lift her anxiously. “I’ll take you to

around his neck flirtatiously, leaning her head against his chest. “Mr. Clinton, you were ignoring

face darkened, cryptically lowering his head to look at her.

him unabashedly. “Mr. Clinton, don’t be so cold to me. Every time you do, it hurts here.” She pointed

soon as 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.

briefly, he carried her into the elevator and pressed

his necktie. He then 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

in a cold voice, “You’ve

unchanging. “It must not be

coldness in his eyes deepened. “At least you have some

I’ve always been very self-aware.” She attempted to rouse his sympathy by blinking her eyes excessively,

turned around and went upstairs. Shortly after, a loud slam sounded from the bedroom door. Like a deflated

downstairs with a manila envelope in hand. Amelia looked at it listlessly. “Mr. Clinton, are

envelope on the table and said, “Take

for a second before reaching for the

showed a man and a woman she easily recognized.

ruthless!

her and said, “Aren’t you gonna give me an

at him. “Mr. Clinton, if I were to say nothing happened between

“No.”

these photographs, I wouldn’t believe me

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 in bed that you had to look for another man? Couldn’t you have been less depraved? You even hooked

already know I was such

her chin increased, retorting, “Do you think I

You definitely don’t!

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

closer, their lips faintly brushing against each other.

eager to hook up with another man before you divorced me? Carter Scott may be handsome and outstanding, but