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

of Amelia before quickly alighting the vehicle and walking over to her side. Then, he proceeded to carry her like a princess, which made her astonished and embarrassed. “Put me down, Mr. Clinton. I can walk on

middle of the night. There aren’t many people

in his embrace

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 thought of this made him

on one knee in front of her to meet her

his eyes, her heart

red? Did I

a light shove, confusing the

Mr. Clinton. I’m just not used to

to be furious. “You don’t

wife, so of course, I’d want you to be nice to me. I just find your kindness a little too out of the blue, and I’m worried that all of this would turn out to be nothing but a dream. What if I wake up and you’re

sound smart. I was just being nice to you because it’s your birthday today. I didn’t

pulled her

this way. Is it because he can’t bear to part with me, or does he just want to keep me caged up next to him like an

Saspiuburg? Is it because you can’t

promise me you won’t go to Saspiuburg,” Oscar replied,

Amelia sighed internally.

now, Mr. Clinton. Let’s talk

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

Amelia

her last bit of reasoning pulled her back to reality. She

said, “It’s getting late, Mr. Clinton.

it was only after taking a deep

smacked her rear end and remarked hoarsely, “You must have been a vamp in your past life. You’re such a seductress

a compliment toward my body, Mr. Clinton?” Amelia glanced at him suggestively

can charm any man she wants. If it weren’t for his self-control, he wouldn’t have been able to resist

when it came to the latter woman. The only explanation he could give himself was that Cassie was too pure and that he didn’t wish to sully her before

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 to behave like a gentleman even during their most intense honeymoon phase. Truth be told, Oscar was never a gentleman;

sure you can’t

“Well, Mr. Clinton, you celebrated my birthday today, so everything about me belongs to you tonight. You can do whatever you want with me, but you won’t get another

darkened. He looked like he

to me and

the rambling, Mr. Clinton? You’re being so

fire, woman. You wouldn’t be

about her beauty that one couldn’t keep their eyes off her, and those who weren’t good enough for her could only look

in Oscar’s eyes changed as

unbutton Amelia’s outfit, thus revealing her flawless body. Then, his eyes

I pretty, Mr. Clinton?” asked

put Amelia’s clothes back on for

you’re not actually incapable, are