Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 106 Be Honest With Me,Love You Enough to Leave You

“Be honest with me, Mr. Clinton. How many women have you kissed?” Amelia interrogated. Simmering with jealousy, she looked him boldly in the eye. Oscar held a straight face. He leaned into her ear and chuckled suggestively, “Are you being jealous?” A chill crawled up Amelia’s spine, making her head shake furiously. He’s got a nasty habit of getting on my nerves. “Mr. Clinton, can you be more serious?” Amelia spoke irritatedly and patted his chest again. He focused his gaze on her. “Will you believe me if I said that you’re the only woman I’ve kissed so affectionately?”

Amelia gazed into the depths of his eyes; people often said that eyes were the windows to one’s soul, that a person’s eyes reveal whether or not they are sincere. From the intensity in Oscar’s eyes, Amelia believed that his words were true. Oscar was a man of few words, but his every word brimmed with sincerity. “Weren’t you like this with your beloved?” “I’ve told you. I was too busy with work back when I dated Cassie. Plus, Cassie was wilder then. She’d spend more than half a year on travels and shopping trips. We’d barely get a few days to spend time with each other, and when we did, she would cut our time short to be with her girlfriends. So while I was fond of her, I never touched her intimately.”

Amelia’s eyes widened at him. “So, you and Ms. Yard lived as celibates when you were together?” Oscar shot a glare her way. He tapped her nose and sighed, “Do you have to ruin the mood?” Amelia chuckled. Her laughter was light and airy, like her happy disposition. Her heart swelled with joy when she heard that Oscar wasn’t physically intimate with Cassie. At least I have an advantage over Cassie when it comes to physical touch. Oscar leaned in for another kiss. Before he could take things to the next level, however, his phone rang untimely. He pulled out his phone and saw his secretary’s name on the caller id. He answered and said, “Hello?” Their exchange on the phone wasn’t audible to Amelia.

“I will arrive in half an hour,” Oscar said before ending the call. Then, he nibbled on Amelia’s lips and promised, “I’ll deal with you later tonight.” Amelia hopped off the sofa. She helped put on his suit and tie as a virtuous wife would. Following this, Amelia saw him off at the door. “Drive safely, Mr. Clinton. Are you coming back for dinner tonight? I’ll have Molly prepare some lobster, your favorite.” “I’ll come home as soon as the meeting ends,” Oscar promised. This was an unusual sight as he rarely made promises to get home early for dinner. Amelia chuckled, “Alright. Take care, Mr. Clinton. I’ll wait up to have dinner with you.” Oscar nodded. Once he left, Amelia retired for a nap.

four in the afternoon before she freshened up and went out with Molly for some groceries. “You didn’t have to accompany me, Mrs. Clinton.” Molly continued worryingly, “The farmer’s market can be a bit crowded, and it can smell a bit odd at times. What if someone accidentally bumps into you while we’re walking?” “Come now, Molly, I’m not that delicate. The doctor says I’m perfectly

happily. Maybe because I grew up poor, but I can see that only you are worthy of Mr. Clinton. Any other heiress could never be as devoted to him as you are.” Amelia held Molly’s hand and smiled softly. “Oscar

many youngins are willing to accompany their elders out for grocery these days.” Molly beamed from ear to ear. “She’s my employer’s daughter-in-law. She happened to have some time today, so she’s joining me on a grocery run.” Amelia flashed a honeyed smile at

buys them all today, I’ll add another twenty percent off.” Molly bought a fairly large amount of vegetables from this stall. As they continued their grocery shopping, everyone complimented Amelia every step of the way. After all, it wasn’t every day that a stunning and celebrity-like woman was seen at

well as other vegetables. Upon returning to their residence, Molly suggested, “You go take a rest, Mrs. Clinton. You can start in the kitchen after I prepare the ingredients.” “Can’t I join you, Molly? It’s more fun to cook together anyways.” Molly gave in and agreed to her request. Whilst working

but agree.” Amelia laughed softly, “You’re so blessed, Molly. All your sons are so filial. The man that previously came over… was that your youngest son? He seemed like a fine young man. I wonder if his life achievements are equally as promising?” A proud grin spread across Molly’s face. “He passed his civil service exam three months ago. He worked as a manager in a private company previously. Now, he’s a member of the

of talented people. All of them are graduates from prestigious universities… even the lowest degree holder owns a master’s degree. And let’s not even talk about the foreign

it doesn’t mean that higher degree levels are valued above all. Those are just pieces of paper. If someone has a degree but is incapable of work, then they’re basically crippled. I believe that Elijah is a man of stable temperament, as well as refined and scholarly intellect. If he’s ever free in the future, have him come over more often. We’re all family here,” Amelia said heartily. “You really are a kind person, Mrs. Clinton. I’ve worked here for decades, and I’ve met other

wages when they’re in a bad mood.” Amelia cast a warm smile, “You took care of Oscar as he grew up. You’re already family at this point. I can’t even begin to express how much I respect you; how could I ever look down on you? Besides, only obnoxious people think they’re more superior than everyone else.” Molly smiled back. An endearing warmth hummed in her curved eyes. Amelia washed and sorted the vegetables that she bought. Molly tittered next to her, “Mr. Clinton will

candlelight dinner that night. These past few days, Oscar’s keen attitude toward her has reignited her expectations for this marriage. She even wondered whether their lives would turn out differently if they hadn’t married for money. The meal took roughly three hours to make. By the time all the dishes were ready, her phone showed that it was already six-thirty in the evening. Molly had helped place the food out on the dining table and was taking off her apron.