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,

many people in the

buried herself in his embrace like an

herself and listened to him. But if she were to head to Saspiuburg, that would be no different from her leaving the palm of

Amelia on the couch before getting down on one knee in

looked into his eyes, her heart racing

your face red? Did I

Oscar’s chest a light shove, confusing the

okay, Mr. Clinton. I’m just not

face, pretending to

the blue, and I’m worried that all of this would turn out to

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

next to her, and pulled

he can’t bear to part with me, or does he just want to keep me caged

go to Saspiuburg? Is it because you can’t

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

Amelia sighed internally.

Mr. Clinton. Let’s talk about

her ear in a deep,

enchanting voice, Amelia

pulled her back to reality. She grabbed Oscar’s face and

“It’s getting

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

hoarsely, “You must have been a vamp in your past life. You’re such a

a compliment toward my body, Mr.

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

urges 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

the man failed 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 to behave like a gentleman even during their most intense honeymoon phase. Truth be told, Oscar was never a gentleman; he was a devil who

I’ll make sure you can’t leave the

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

like he

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

remarked seductively, “What’s with all the rambling, Mr.

with fire, woman. You wouldn’t be

night. There was something so dangerous about her beauty that one couldn’t keep their eyes off her, and those who

eyes

revealing her flawless body. Then, his

pretty, Mr. Clinton?”

back to reality and put Amelia’s clothes back on for her under the woman’s

incapable, are you?” Amelia blurted