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.”

be okay soon

proceeded to carry her like a princess, which made her astonished and embarrassed. “Put me down, Mr. Clinton. I can walk on

her. “It’s the middle of the night. There aren’t many people in

herself in his embrace

lips curled into a smile. As expected, he 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

house, Oscar placed Amelia on the couch before getting down on one knee in front of

looked into his eyes, her heart racing and her cheeks

face red? Did I scare you

gave Oscar’s chest a light shove,

I’m just not used to seeing you

put on a serious face, pretending to be furious.

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

you because it’s your birthday today. I didn’t think I’d

sat next to her, and pulled her into an

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 to

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

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

Amelia sighed internally.

tired now, Mr. Clinton.

onto her and murmured into her ear in a deep, alluring tone,

his enchanting voice, Amelia nearly

her back to reality. She grabbed

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

gaze was enough to ignite a fire within Oscar, and it was

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

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

can charm any man she wants.

The only explanation he could give himself was that Cassie was too pure and that he didn’t wish to sully her before

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 couldn’t care less

you can’t leave the bed tonight,” Oscar

so everything about me belongs to you tonight. You can do whatever you want

darkened. He looked like he

to me and don’t go to Saspiuburg, and I’ll

seductively, “What’s with all the rambling, Mr. Clinton? You’re being so indecisive. Or could it be

woman. You wouldn’t be able to handle

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

in Oscar’s eyes

flawless body. Then, his eyes instantly fell on the woman’s ample

pretty, Mr. Clinton?”

back to reality and put Amelia’s clothes back on

not actually incapable, are you?” Amelia blurted