Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 146,Love You Enough to Leave You

“Babe, can you please have some self-respect? Don’t immediately rush over just because of a single word from that man. You’re a human, not a dog he rears, so you have your dignity. It is either you grow a spine, or I’m going to tie you up.” Upon hearing this, Amelia burst out laughing. “I know you care about me, Tiff. I promise you I’ll protect myself. I love Oscar Clinton, but my sanity is still intact. Love isn’t everything to me, so I’ll stay sensible. Don’t worry, okay?” she coaxed. However, Tiffany obviously didn’t believe her. “You? Sensible? You’ll only stay sensible when pigs fly!”

Amelia was torn between laughter and indignation. This is great… she’s comparing me to a pig! “Alright, let’s not squabble anymore, Tiff. I’m going up for a while, but I’ll be back very soon.” All at once, Tiffany shot daggers at her. She was so livid that she was on the verge of bursting a blood vessel. “You’re simply hopeless! I’ve said so much, yet you’re still adamant to go up and look for Oscar Clinton! What if he deliberately acts all lovey-dovey with Cassie Yard in front of you? You’re now with a child, so even the slightest emotional distress might cause a miscarriage. Are you aware of that?”

Tiffany lectured her. “He’s not such a person,” Amelia countered as she shook her head. At this, Tiffany swallowed her riposte. “I’ll go with you,” she concurred. Unexpectedly, Amelia shook her head. “I can manage it, Tiff. Just wait for me here, okay? I’ll be back in no time,” she asserted. “I’ll give you half an hour. If you don’t return within half an hour, I’ll go and look for you upstairs.” “Okay.” Then, Amelia went up by herself and found Oscar at the stairwell he mentioned. A flash of surprise flittered across her eyes when she saw the cigarette butts scattered at his feet and smelled the choking stench of cigarette smoke lingering in the air. While she had seen him smoke before, he never smoked as much as he did today, always stopping just after a few puffs.

Her heart instantly clenched, and she was gripped by the urge to weep. Oscar Clinton, is Cassie Yard really that important to you that you uncharacteristically smoked so many cigarettes in the hospital? she wondered. Her emotions were in a chaotic mess. My husband is in such a sorry state because of another woman. Meanwhile, I’ve been looking forward to his love endlessly. Yet, I always remain standing on the periphery like a stranger. When Oscar spotted her, he immediately snubbed out the cigarette in his hand. Then, he took her hand and went downstairs, away from the choking cigarette smoke. As Amelia stood on the stairs, Oscar pulled her into his embrace without even giving her the chance to ask him what had happened.

a while,” Oscar implored softly. All at once, Amelia went still. Slowly lifting her hands that were encircled around his waist, she then patted his back lightly. “What happened?” she asked in a whisper. However, the only response she received was Oscar hugging her all the tighter. As Amelia patted his back like

on the downstairs, it will be the end of me. While Oscar’s breathing grew all the heavier, Amelia still kept her wits about her. “We’re in the hospital here, so please restraint yourself, Mr. Clinton,” she reminded with the final shred of sanity she had left. In the end, Oscar took a final nip of her before he finally rested his head

he muttered in a hoarse and alluring voice, “Honey, how I wish to devour you right this instance!” At his remark, the blush on Amelia’s face deepened, and she appeared as beautiful as a picture. Oscar tightened his hold and hugged her tighter. “Honey, I love the feeling of having you in my arms,” Oscar confessed. Nestling in his embrace, Amelia questioned softly, “What happened, Mr. Clinton? Why

for me to not notice her! He lifted his hand and caressed her cheek. “Cassie was wheeled into the operating room again. The doctor said that she might not be able to get pregnant anymore,” he confessed in a low voice. Shocked, Amelia blurted, “What happened? Didn’t you say that she’ll be fine as long as she has sufficient care?” “Something happened just now, so…” Nevertheless, Amelia didn’t get

hand and tapping her on the nose. “Aren’t you jealous when I’m intimate with another woman right in front of your eyes?” he queried. At this, a glimmer of anguish flickered in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it in the next moment. “Mr. Clinton, I’m not the wife you truly want, right? Thus, I don’t have a legitimate reason to get jealous even if I want to

cheek, he lamented in a gentle voice, “You always have a way of hitting me right where it hurts. So, how can I possibly bear to see you sad?” But you’ve always been making me sad, Amelia thought. “Amelia, I won’t allow anything to happen to you and the baby in your belly,” Oscar muttered, seemingly avowing it as he stroked her hair softly. For a moment, Amelia was at a loss. She wanted

at times in my embrace. I won’t allow anyone to hurt her. “I’ll protect you, silly girl. You only need to be good,” Oscar explained. At this, Amelia curled her lips. “I’ve always been very good, Mr. Clinton. Rather, you

her, my mood will take a turn for the better miraculously. “Woman, you’re getting increasingly impudent now. You even dare to counter my words?” Oscar demanded with feigned anger. The corners of Amelia’s lips lifted, and she whispered, “Mr. Clinton, do you like this? Or do you actually prefer a beauty who feigns aloofness?” All at once, Oscar cracked up, his deep laughter

 This woman before me has poked fun of me, but strangely enough, I feel very much at ease. And this is something I’ve never felt when I’m with Cassie. Stroking her soft hair, he admitted softly, “With you here, my

them then joked for a while before Amelia steered the conversation back to business. “How’s Ms. Yard now, Mr. Clinton? I noticed that you were in a rather foul mood earlier.” At the mention of this, the smile on Oscar’s face faded slightly. “Why are you so concerned about her? Aren’t you jealous?” Oscar deliberately asked. In turn, Amelia slapped his hand with a touch of haughtiness. “Don’t think so highly of me, Mr. Clinton. I’m not being concerned about her. Rather, I’m sneaking behind enemy lines. After