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.

told the truth and that he was more than capable of making her life in this city a living hell. There was no need to ask her why. This was the difference between the rich and the average. As the saying goes, money talks, and anything or anyone could be

odd man, Mr. Clinton. You seem to have a traditionally hegemonic belief. 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?”

“Are you still in touch with Mrs. Scott?” Oscar asked nonchalantly. Tiffany gulped and intentionally challenged back at him, “Mr. Clinton,

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

Oscar’s lips. “You probably don’t know 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 her own, but it’s a pity because

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. She then placed the noodles before him and said, “Tiff is my best friend, Mr. Clinton. Can’t

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.” After accepting the silverware from her, Oscar chowed down on the noodles. His actions pleased Amelia greatly; she no longer cared about how the noodles tasted. All that mattered was that he enjoyed them. Once he emptied his bowl, Amelia offered, “There’s still more in the pot. Would you

him sideways. Pretending to be calm, she asked, “Why do you ask, Mr. Clinton?” “It’s just something that Tiffany mentioned in our conversation earlier.” Amelia felt clueless as to what Tiffany had told him. She believed that Tiffany knew her limits and would never talk nonsense. But at the same time, she feared that Tiffany had deliberately portrayed the Scotts as villains in an attempt to defend her honor. She

said something about you and the Scotts.” Oscar probed 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 youthful appearance was a cunning man.

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