Too Much To Bear My Love

“I believe the allowance I give you is more than what you earn from your job,” remarked Oscar.

Amelia nodded.

Oscar took a deep breath in an attempt to suppress his annoyance. “Quit your job, and I’ll give you thirty grand per month. I’ll buy you whatever you want too. How about that?”

Amelia cast him an odd look. “I thought we’ve reached a consensus regarding work, Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar turned the wheel and stopped the car upon reaching a traffic light.

“You’re allowed to work, but I didn’t say we could live separately just because of your job. I’m your patron, so I have the right to order you to remain by my side.”

“And what if I insist on going to Saspiuburg, Mr. Clinton?”

“I’ll divorce you right away.”

Amelia pursed her lips while glaring at him. After a long while, she spoke up with much difficulty. “Do you really mean it, Mr. Clinton?”

Oscar nodded.

Amelia smiled bitterly as she thought back to the romantic moments they had earlier, which now seemed like nothing but an illusion.

“Well, if you want to divorce me, so be it,” Amelia responded coldly.

Oscar stared at her in disbelief, but the woman kept her eyes on the traffic light that had turned green. “The light’s green now, Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar breathed deeply, suppressing all the rage within him.

Then, he floored the gas, and the car sped ahead. With that, their hour-long journey became reduced to one that took only twenty minutes. Oscar entered the neighborhood, parked the vehicle, and turned to Amelia, only to realize how pale the woman looked. All the anger within him dissipated in an instant. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he asked anxiously. “I’ll take you to the hospital right away.”

Amelia heaved a sigh and responded weakly, “I’m fine, Mr. Clinton. It’s just that you drove too fast, so I’m feeling a little dizzy. I’ll be fine soon.”

Feeling rather sorry, Oscar helped the woman unbuckle her seatbelt and wiped away the sweat on her forehead. Despite saying that she was like a toy to him, the man had a soft spot for her whenever she felt unwell.

Even so, his excuse was that she was his toy; no one aside from him was allowed to pick on her.

“Are you feeling better?” Oscar asked as he saw the color on her face return gradually.

Amelia glanced at him before attempting to exit the car on her own, only to be stopped.

“Is something the matter, Mr. Clinton?” she asked frostily.

“Are you mad?”

Amelia shook her head. “No. I’m just feeling a little sick.”

“Is it serious? I can take you to the hospital.”

fine. I’ll be okay

side. Then, he proceeded to carry her like a princess, which made her astonished and embarrassed. “Put

through her. “It’s the middle of the night. There aren’t many people in the neighborhood now,” he replied with a rare hint

his embrace like an

preferred it when Amelia behaved herself and listened to him. But if she were to head to Saspiuburg, that would be no different from her leaving the palm of his hand. The

placed Amelia on the couch before getting down on one knee in front of her to meet her gaze. “Do you still feel uncomfortable

her heart racing and her

Did I scare you

Oscar’s chest a light shove,

just not

a serious face, pretending to be furious. “You don’t

of the blue, and I’m worried that all of this would turn out to be nothing but a

just being nice to you because it’s your birthday today.

next to her, and pulled her into an embrace. “Don’t go to Saspiuburg, okay,

swept through Amelia and she couldn’t understand why Oscar was behaving this way. Is it because he can’t bear to part with me, or does he just want

you can’t stand not being able to see me?”

promise me you won’t go to Saspiuburg,”

Amelia sighed internally.

tired now, Mr. Clinton.

into her ear in a deep, alluring tone, “Promise

enchanting voice, Amelia nearly agreed

last bit of reasoning pulled her back to reality.

“It’s getting late, Mr. Clinton.

was enough to ignite a fire within Oscar, and it was only after

and remarked hoarsely, “You must have been a vamp in your past life. You’re such a seductress that you could bleed me of everything

Mr. Clinton?” Amelia glanced at him suggestively and

can charm any man she wants. If it weren’t for his self-control,

Cassie, Oscar never felt the same urges when it came to the latter woman. The only explanation he could give himself was that Cassie was too pure and that he

to consider this: if he truly loved Cassie, why didn’t he ever feel such passion toward her the way he did toward Amelia? Instead, he had continued

words, or I’ll make sure you can’t leave the bed tonight,”

today, so everything about me belongs to you tonight. You

like he could eat

Amelia’s waist with his right hand. “Listen to me and don’t go to Saspiuburg, and I’ll give you what

neck and remarked seductively, “What’s with all the rambling, Mr. Clinton? You’re being so indecisive.

woman. You wouldn’t be able to

like a vixen at night. There was something so dangerous about her beauty that one couldn’t keep their eyes

in Oscar’s eyes changed

her flawless body.

pretty, Mr. Clinton?” asked

Amelia’s clothes back on for her

you’re not actually incapable, are you?” Amelia blurted