Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 98 Satisfaction,Love You Enough to Leave You

Oscar swiftly locked his arms around Amelia and domineeringly pulled her in. Amelia was initially a little thrown off but soon fell for his amazing kissing skills. They were both a little breathless after that exhilarating moment together. Amelia’s hazy eyes were only filled with Oscar. Oscar leaned closer. “If you’re gonna belittle me this way, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to leave without anything happening,” he whispered into her ears. Amelia could only feel a warm wave of breath, accompanied by an itching sensation. She gave him a serious stare and pushed herself back.

She wondered why he had to talk that way. It was an utter disgrace to use beauty traps to bewilder women. Such a sly guy. He must be the reincarnation of a cheeky sly fox. Was there a need to create such a tensed atmosphere? “Could you please sit still, Mr. Clinton?” Oscar glanced at her dearly and said, “You don’t like it? The way I just treated you?” Amelia’s cheeks became slightly blushed with embarrassment. She tried to remain composed and glared at him. “I’d bet it’ll be better if you get going, Mr. Clinton. You can’t stop a car in the middle of the roads,” she said. Oscar then replied, “You don’t trust that I’d be serious in taking you as my wife? I’m actually also pretty interested in every single inch of your body.

Do you want me to prove it to you right now on the car?” Amelia knew Oscar meant every word he said. Looking at the cars and crowd passing by, she was worried he’d put his words to action. “There are eyes all around, Mr. Clinton.” “I don’t mind.” Amelia frowned upon hearing what Oscar just said. She gave him a stern glare and said, “Could you please not make such jokes, Mr. Clinton?” “I don’t ever make jokes.” Amelia pushed herself away, trying to distance herself from Oscar. “Hey, am I a monster to you? I’ll make sure to protect you from others even if I were to do anything. Did you really think I’ll be willing to let them see?” Oscar assured. Amelia was taken aback. “Mr. Clinton, you really have such a glib tongue.

I got together, I’d spent most of my time on work. I almost had no time for her. And she was traveling a lot since she loved it back then. We had only gone for short walks when we both had time for each other, yet there were barely any sweet talks. I had only said them

slightly, gently caressed Amelia’s lips, and called, “Honey.” Oscar was definitely sincere about it. He had never addressed Amelia as “Honey”, but now that he did, he realized it was

“I’ll call you Honey from now on, yes?” Amelia knew that her ears were burning red even without looking. She knew clearly how

in shock. Oscar always appeared reserved and mature. She had never expected that he would ever laugh so heartily. His laughter, was it because of her? After some time, Oscar finally managed to calm himself down. He solemnly asked, “You’re crying because I called you Honey?” Amelia appeared somewhat aggrieved but muttered in honesty, “Yeah, you’ve never called me Honey so sincerely before.” This silly

a pang of guilt and apologized sincerely, “I’m sorry.” Amelia was, once again, shocked. She had never expected Oscar to apologize, and what’s more, a sincere one. He was a man who could be as cold as ice sometimes, yet also as warm as the sun at other times. His warmth was so impressionable that it’d left Amelia

got to the next stage of thrill. It was no wonder they were actually very familiar with each other’s bodies.

if the traffic police hand you a ticket later.” “Even if I’m handed a hundred tickets, it’d still be worth it. Cause I’m having such an amazing time right now.” Oscar replied suggestively. Now, Amelia’s cheeks grew even redder than before. She shoved him away and

they love. It was especially so if they’re in a suggestive atmosphere and situation. Oscar did not listen to her request. What’s more, he leaned himself even closer and placed his arms around Amelia. Just then, Amelia suddenly let out a deep breath. Oscar got a scare and

such experiences, and at that particular instance, he finally felt that sense of responsibility. It was an extremely magical moment — a little sweet, a little exciting, but a little anxious too. His woman, his child. That was what constituted to be called a family. Amelia gently caressed Oscar’s head and said, “Did you hear the fetal movements?” Oscar nodded, though his feelings had not yet settled. “This must be our kid’s way of talking to you, Oscar. He’s saying,