Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 92 What Is Wrong With You,Love You Enough to Leave You

Amelia tried to change the subject. “Mr. Clinton, if you aren’t hungry, I’ll just pack all this food up.” “What’s wrong with you?” Oscar asked, gripping her hand. With a sigh, Amelia placed her silverware down. “Do you wish there was something wrong with me?” “Don’t lie to me. No one will dare bully you while I’m here.” “The only one who bullies me around here is you, Mr. Clinton.” Oscar fell silent. “I’m fine, really.” Amelia sighed again. “I got a call from a friend earlier who told me one of his relatives had passed away. I had spoken to that same relative only a few days ago, and now he’s gone.” Oscar looked at her sharply. “How did he contact you if your phone’s at home?” Amelia froze, her mouth agape.

In her hurry to come up with an excuse, she had completely forgotten about her phone. And Oscar saw through her immediately. The corners of Oscar’s mouth turned up slightly as he playfully pinched her cheek. “That’s it. No more lies in the future. Always remember to think before you speak.” Amelia bit her lip and said nothing. Seeing her so subdued, Oscar felt a little sorry for her. “You’re not filthy. My words yesterday were unnecessarily harsh. Mom said you shouldn’t get riled up while pregnant. It wouldn’t be good for the baby.” A look of disappointment flashed across Amelia’s face. After a while, she finally asked, “Mr. Clinton, are you forgiving me only because your mom made you do so?”

It was Oscar’s turn to avoid the subject as he gestured at the food in front of them. “Didn’t you say you were hungry? Eat up before the food gets cold.” Amelia beamed a brilliant smile at Oscar. “Regardless of your reason, I’m very grateful and glad that you’ve forgiven me. So thank you, Mr. Clinton. I shall continue to put in my best efforts in our very complicated marriage.” “Let’s eat.” Amelia started to dig into the food. She stopped mid-way to scoop a spoonful of it and brought it to Oscar’s lips. “How about this, Mr. Clinton? If you eat this, we’ll agree to let bygones be bygones.

We won’t bring up the photos again either.” Oscar glanced at her before accepting the food. Happy moments like these were rare for them. After the meal, Oscar called his mother to tell her not to come over that night. He reassured her that he would take good care of Amelia. Olivia was more than happy at the sound of that. But as all mothers do, she re-emphasized the need for Amelia to be well taken care of before she hung up. “Did the doctor say when you can be discharged?” Oscar asked while peeling an orange for Amelia. “Tomorrow, I guess.” The two of them were chatting like good friends. It was a moment where they could set aside talks of love and affairs.

back.” “Did Cassie say something to you?” Oscar replied. He finally understood why Amelia had been feeling low. She had been mulling over her call with Cassie. “She didn’t say much. She only wanted me to pass on the message that she had gone for her checkup with your secretary and that the baby is healthy.” Amelia put on a forced smile. “She also mentioned that the two of you

wouldn’t it?” Oscar looked Amelia in her eyes. “Pay no heed to Cassie’s words. Even if we do get the divorce, I will still take good care of you and our child. No women or children of mine will need to worry about anything in life.” As she lay in bed, Amelia couldn’t help but reach out for Oscar’s hand. “Mr. Clinton, no matter what happens to us, I just want to let you know how grateful I am for you,” Amelia said earnestly. “You lent a helping hand when I needed it the most. Even though I married you for money, at

especially moved after having heard her words and realized he was feeling increasingly sympathetic towards her. He held his hand up and caressed Amelia’s face tenderly. “Are you tired?” “Mr. Clinton, can you stay with me? Our child and I both need you,” Amelia pleaded as she nuzzled into his hand. Oscar moved his hand over her eyes. “Go to bed. I’ll stay with you and send you home tomorrow.” Amelia smiled contentedly and patted the bed. “Why don’t you join me in bed, Mr. Clinton?” Oscar was about to comply when his phone rang. Talk

than just a substitute. Amelia pulled the covers up and did not reply him. Oscar glanced at her before walking out with his phone to answer it. “Cassie, how was the checkup?” “Oz, the doctor said our baby’s developing

with silence on the other end. After a while, he heard Cassie’s muffled sobs. “Oz, why

back and be with you. Can you feel how much I love you?” “Cassie, I’ve just been really busy with work. I’m sorry I’ve neglected you. Once I’m less busy, I’ll take you

women to be at his beck and call. He could put up with the occasional willfulness from the women he loved, but he still expected them to generally be obedient. However, Cassie was right about his change in attitude towards her. He had been feeling less tolerant of her behavior. Even his desire for her had started to wane. Perhaps he refused to give up on Cassie because he had failed to win her over in the past? Men always craved for the things that were out of their reach. It was only after they had gotten their hands on them that they gradually lose their appeal. “Cassie, be

can be with you. I’m even carrying your child now, for crying out loud. I just want your promise. Is that really so difficult?” Oscar softened his voice as he replied, “Cassie, I know you’ve become more sensitive since getting pregnant. I promise I will marry you. It’s just that Amelia is also pregnant, and my mom would never approve of me leaving her during this period. I’ll wait till she

me with such indifference. If your love for me has changed, tell me, and I’ll stop pestering you. But that also means I may no longer want this child.” Oscar pulled his hair in frustration. “Stop this, Cassie. Even if I did get my divorce now, I wouldn’t be able to marry you immediately. You should have anticipated this blowback when