Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 105 What Do You Take Amelia For,Love You Enough to Leave You

“Go on.” “What do you take Amelia for? A wife? A contract partner?” Oscar glanced at her for a split second. Then he uttered two simple words, “A wife.” “Good. Then have you ever thought about growing old with her?” “No.” Tifanny scowled. This jerk! He really doesn’t beat around the bush, huh… but his straightforwardness makes me want to choke him to death. “You’re an honest man, Mr. Clinton. But why do I feel like strangling you to death?” Tiffany asked through gritted teeth. “That’s your problem, not mine.” Tiffany’s jaw clenched harder. How can this man be so despicable?

She rolled her eyes and retorted, “I guess Amelia can finally give an explanation to Mrs. Scott since you’ve made your stance clear. Mrs. Scott called me today and said she misses Amelia. She also asked if Amelia and Carter have any chance of getting together. At first, I didn’t give a sure answer because you’re still in the picture. But based on your answer just now, I’ll tell Mrs. Scott that Carter can go ahead and pursue Amelia.” Something dark suddenly flickered in Oscar’s eyes. “What did you say?” “I’m sure you’ve heard what I said. I see no need to repeat myself.” Tiffany shrugged. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Mr. Clinton, but Amelia is still very popular among the elderly.

Although Mrs. Scott initially misunderstood Amelia, she apologized for it afterward. And now she’s trying to mend hers and Amelia’s relationship, especially since she has witnessed Carter’s devotion to Amelia. I’m telling you. If you don’t take Amelia seriously, someone else will. You’re not the only man that desires her in this world.” “She’s mine. Everyone else can forget about pursuing her.” “But she won’t be yours if you get divorced. Amelia can behave in however way she pleases with other men. She’s free to flirt and be cared for by others… unless you decide to keep your marriage.”

Oscar’s fists coiled taut, but his face remained relaxed in a calm manner. “Mr. Clinton. I personally think that your and Amelia’s divorce would be a good decision. She’d be better off in a more reliable relationship with Carter than if she stayed with you. At least he doesn’t have a messy history with other women, and he’ll never cause her emotional pain,” Tiffany spat. She wanted to spark jealousy in Oscar. Oscar looked at her with an empty stare. “Tiffany, do you know what becomes of those who provoke me?” “What? You’ll kill off my career in this city, so I can’t make a living?” “No. I’ll ensure that you’ll never leave this city. Then I’ll make your life here a living hell, making you wish that you were dead.

enough, it wasn’t easy to dance with the devil; one wrong move and she would end up being tortured in hell eternally, not a single piece of her would escape unscathed. Tiffany believed every word Oscar said. She believed that he told the truth and that

Despite sharing a marriage contract with Amelia, you have exclusive rights over her feelings, whilst she doesn’t get a single say in yours. So why put on an act of concern for her now? Don’t you think that’s a little hypocritical of you?” Oscar simply stared straight at her in response. Tiffany gulped, sensing an oppressive force behind Oscar’s stare. She felt like she was no longer in

situation. Unfortunately, Oscar stopped her. He pointed at her seat and said, “Sit down.” Threatened into submission by Oscars’ brisk, commanding voice, she sat down obediently. “Are you still in touch with Mrs. Scott?” Oscar asked nonchalantly. Tiffany gulped and intentionally challenged back at him, “Mr. Clinton, you’re not going to monitor all my friendships too, are you? I’m not Amelia. I won’t obey you blindly for the sake of being a

all to himself. He really is a classic scumbag. “Mr. Clinton, don’t you think that’s a bit too greedy of you?” “Is it?” He is a wealthy heir, she thought to herself. One of high social standing, with good looks, good education, and had admirable work capabilities. He’s an exceptional man; I’ll give him that. Such a man is definitely qualified to have a woman on each of his shoulders. No one would dare say anything even if he dated an entire harem of women at the same time. Tifanny inhaled deeply before saying, “Mr. Clinton, do you know the kind of

this, Mr. Clinton, but Amelia is often misunderstood as being a vixen because of her glamorous appearance. People think that she’s too frivolous and immoral to have as a wife, that whoever marries her will surely feel uneasy. Little do they know, she’s actually well-behaved and has never stepped foot in a nightclub or a bar. Her lifelong dream has always been to have a family of

more. Losing her will mean losing everything that’s good and pure in this world, I promise you that.” She picked up her bag and continued, “Please treat Amelia better. I’m heading off now. Do let Amelia know when she gets back.” With that, Tiffany left. She didn’t want to be the third wheel between them. Shortly after, Amelia returned with bowls of noodles on a tray. She noticed that Tiffany was nowhere to be found and asked, “Where’s Tiff?” “She left to attend to some matters,” Oscar responded. Amelia eyed him.

I not friendly enough toward her?” Fair enough, he had been reasonably respectful the whole time. Tiffany was never one to mince her words. And given Oscar’s temperament, it was a miracle that he hadn’t rudely retorted back at her straightforward comments. Amelia decided to drop the topic. She handed him the silverware and said, “Here, try some and tell me what you think of the taste. I haven’t cooked in a while, so I’m not sure if this is to your liking.”

walked over and sat down obediently. Oscar glanced at her and questioned straightforwardly, “Are you still in touch with the Scotts?” Amelia eyed him sideways. Pretending to be calm, she asked, “Why do you ask, Mr.

further into the matter. He asked, “You seem nervous, why’s that? Is there some unspeakable thing going on between you and the Scotts?” Careful thoughts surged through Amelia as she mentally prepared herself to face him head-on. After all, Oscar was a man of many faces. He was exceptionally skilled at getting others to say what he wanted them to; hidden underneath his

Granted, she may have exaggerated a little, but you shouldn’t take her words to heart, Mr. Clinton. I’ll deal with mine and the Scotts’ affair. There’s no need for you to fuss over a group of irrelevant people.” Oscar’s gaze intensified. There was something immeasurable in the way he looked at her. “Tiffany only said that she still kept in contact with Mrs. Scott. She didn’t mention you at all, though. Unless… you’ve been in contact with them this whole time?” I knew it. This sly old fox used this whole conversation