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.”

I’ll be okay soon

her side. Then, he proceeded to carry her like

night. There aren’t many people in the neighborhood now,” he

embrace

to head to Saspiuburg, that

house, Oscar placed Amelia on the couch before getting down on one knee in front of her to meet her gaze. “Do

into his eyes, her heart racing and

your face red? Did I scare you by driving too

a light shove, confusing the

okay, Mr. Clinton. I’m just not used to seeing

to be furious. “You don’t like me

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

being nice to you because it’s your birthday today. I didn’t think I’d end up frightening you instead,” Oscar replied

up, sat next to her, and pulled her

this way. Is it because he can’t bear to part with me,

me go to Saspiuburg? Is it because you can’t stand

get ahead of yourself. Just promise me you won’t go

Amelia sighed internally.

now, Mr. Clinton. Let’s talk about this

onto her and murmured into her ear in a deep, alluring tone, “Promise me you won’t

his enchanting voice, Amelia nearly agreed to

last bit of reasoning pulled her back to reality. She grabbed Oscar’s face

him enticingly, she said, “It’s getting late, Mr. Clinton.

enough to ignite a fire within Oscar, and it was only after taking a deep breath that he managed to

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

toward my body, Mr.

seductress. Just one smile and she can charm any man she wants. If it weren’t for his self-control, he wouldn’t

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

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; he

words, or I’ll make sure you

puffed out her chest. “Well, Mr. Clinton, you celebrated my birthday today, so everything about me belongs to you tonight. You

gaze darkened. He looked like he

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

seductively, “What’s with all the rambling, Mr. Clinton? You’re being

fire, woman. You wouldn’t

chuckled. She was like a vixen at night. There was something so dangerous about her beauty that one couldn’t keep their eyes off her, and those who weren’t good enough for her could only look down in

eyes

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

Mr. Clinton?”

back to reality and put Amelia’s clothes back on for

you’re not actually incapable,