Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 91 A Filthy Woman,Love You Enough to Leave You

Oscar suddenly stood up. Apprehensively, Amelia asked, “Mr. Clinton, are you leaving?” Oscar walked over. He leaned over Amelia, almost pinning her onto the bed. The tips of their noses brushed against each other. Enthralled, Amelia had no way of reining in her wildly beating heart. Her eyes darted from side to side, desperately avoiding Oscar’s intent gaze. “What do you feel like eating? I’ll go and get it,” he said. That was the last thing Amelia had expected to hear from Oscar at that moment. “Now that you’re having a baby, you should eat a little more than usual.

Tell me what you’re craving; I’ll buy it for you.” Oscar’s cool tone belied his apparent discomfort. Amelia couldn’t believe her ears. This was Oscar’s first time showing concern for her baby. “Mr. Clinton, are you actually concerned about me?” Amelia asked in disbelief. “Enough of that. Tell me, quickly, what you want to eat,” Oscar insisted. Amelia found the situation hilarious. Oscar seemed a lot more human now in comparison to the guarded, defensive man he usually was. “Since you’ve offered, I can’t possibly say no. All right then. On account of Mr. Clinton’s generosity, I’d like to order a pasta arrabbiata, stewed beef, and mango sorbet to top it all off… I’m spoilt for choice! How can I decide?”

Amelia asked in exaggerated despair. Seeing that Oscar had let her off the hook for the matter with the photographs, the sudden feeling of liberation dared Amelia to joke with Oscar, something she seldom did. Oscar only glared at her. “Amelia, don’t go overboard.” “Don’t be so petty, Mr. Clinton. Can’t you even bear to buy these for me?” Amelia wheedled, pouting. Oscar realized that he rather liked seeing this feminine side of Amelia. “Wait and see; I’ll buy it all for you. Anything else?” he queried. “I want you. Can I have that?” Amelia asked playfully. Oscar’s face once again assumed a sober look. “You’re only allowed to say such things to me in the future. I forbid you from flirting with any other man like that.”

Flirting? Amelia thought she had merely been casually teasing Oscar. She was rather distressed that it had been seen as flirtatious. It seemed that everyone perceived things rather differently indeed. “Since you object, Mr. Clinton, I won’t say things like that anymore,” Amelia said, sulking. Oscar grit his teeth in frustration. “You…” Amelia held her belly and opened her eyes wide, beseeching Oscar in a cutesy tone, “Mr. Clinton, I’m hungry.” “All right, hang on. I’ll go and buy it for you now,” Oscar replied as he headed towards the door. “Mr. Clinton,” Amelia’s cry stopped Oscar in his tracks. Turning around, he asked, “What is it?”

for a moment, then handed his phone to Amelia. “The password’s your birthdate.” Surprised, Amelia looked at him. She refused to believe that that was his chosen password. Oscar cleared his throat awkwardly, then said, “There are a couple of games inside. You can take a look if you’re bored. I’ll be off, then.” He turned quickly on his heels and left the room. Amelia was still looking at his phone in shock. She muttered to herself, “Oscar, if you truly

I could, I would want to depend on you for the rest of my life. I want a real relationship with you, not just a transactional one. Amelia gingerly looked at Oscar’s phone, then opened his photo album. As she scrolled through it, she realized to her surprise that it contained many photos of her, most of them taken when she was sleeping. In a few, a single blanket covered her bare body; in others,

barely even recall when these moments had taken place, let alone presented any opportunities in which Oscar had taken such flattering photographs of her. Amelia’s eyes grew moist. She’d always believed that Oscar liked her solely for her body.

each photo, she realized with a start that there were barely ten photos of Cassie. Besides a few snapshots of scenery scattered here and there, the rest of Oscar’s photo album was practically a shrine to Amelia. Amelia felt incredibly perturbed. As she weighed Oscar’s phone in her hand, she mumbled, “Oscar, all the photos you have are of me. Doesn’t that

heart immediately plummeted. She hesitated for a while, then picked up. Cassie’s excited chatter floated across the line. “Oz, I went for a check-up with your secretary today. The doctor said that the baby’s very healthy.” A note of betrayal crept into her voice. “You promised that you’d come with me, but you’re always so occupied with work! I said

company, which was even documented in a few photographs, how can you be so shameless as to stay with Oz?” Cassie said disdainfully. Amelia paled. Shakily, she asked, “How did you know about the photos?”

to decide if he wants to divorce me. You’re nothing

what Oscar told me this morning? He said that you were filthy and made him sick, and he hasn’t divorced you only because you’re pregnant. He didn’t think you’d be bold enough to have an affair in your condition. Cheating was a real low move from you.” Amelia clenched her jaw. “Ms. Yard, if you have nothing else to say to me, I’ll be hanging up.” Without

he asked tenderly. Amelia sat up, brushing aside Oscar’s gesture of intimacy. She then asked, “Mr. Clinton, have you bought the food yet? I’m hungry.” Oscar frowned, feeling as if a gulf had once again opened between himself and