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

her side. Then, he proceeded to carry her

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

buried herself in his embrace like an obedient little

were to head to Saspiuburg, that would be no different from her leaving the palm

on the couch before getting down on one knee in front of her to meet her

eyes, her

red? Did I scare

a light shove, confusing

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

put on a serious face, pretending to be furious. “You don’t like me

be nice to me. I just find your kindness a little too out of the blue, and I’m

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

up, sat next to her, and pulled her into an embrace. “Don’t go to

understand why Oscar was behaving this way. Is it because he can’t bear to part

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

you won’t

Amelia sighed internally.

Mr. Clinton. Let’s talk about this

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

voice, Amelia nearly agreed to his

back to reality. She grabbed Oscar’s face and leaned

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

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

and remarked hoarsely, “You must have been a vamp in your past life.

that a compliment toward my body, Mr. Clinton?”

woman IS a seductress. Just one smile and she can charm any man she

latter woman. The only explanation he could give himself was that Cassie was too pure and that he didn’t wish to sully

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

you can’t leave the

tonight. You can do whatever you want with

darkened. He looked like he could eat

hand. “Listen to me and

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

playing with fire, woman. You

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

look in Oscar’s eyes

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

I pretty, Mr. Clinton?”

and put Amelia’s clothes back on for

Clinton, you’re not actually incapable, are