Too Much To Bear My Love

Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 84

Ignoring Tiffany’s shouting, Oscar took Amelia by her hand to wait for the elevator. Amelia waved to Tiffany and said, “Go in, Tiff. I’ll call you once I’m home.”

Soon after, Amelia was dragged into the elevator.

Tiffany grumbled to herself, “What a tasteless man. Someday you’ll definitely be begging me on your knees.”

Inside the elevator, Amelia turned to Oscar. “Mr. Clinton, what’s with you today? It’s as if you’ve eaten gunpowder for dinner.”

He said nothing, merely staring at her indifferently.

Amelia had a hard time wrapping her head around how hot and cold Oscar was behaving. Why would he come to pick her up yet be so indifferent toward her?

“Mr. Clinton, if you’re angry that my friend was unkind to you, I can apologize on her behalf,” Amelia suggested.

He took a quick look at her. “What’s with those photographs?”

Though her heart skipped, she did a great job pretending to be ignorant. “What photographs?”

“I received a parcel at six o’clock. It was a stack of photographs. I want to hear your explanation.”

In an instant, she felt like a large cloud was hovering above her, about to unleash a flood of rain over her head. It felt ominous.

She had never expected Jennifer Larson to be this ruthless. She hadn’t even given her enough time to process before she sent the photos to Oscar Clinton.

At that moment, she truly detested Jennifer. She had no animosity toward her. They didn’t even have any relation to each other. Yet, Jennifer bore a deep grudge toward her, so much so she was planning to destroy her marriage. Amelia couldn’t understand. How did ruining her marriage benefitted Jennifer?

“Are the photographs related to me?” Amelia continued pretending.

Oscar stared at her fervently without a word.

Amelia’s heart was racing. Oscar’s silence was making her uneasy. She feared Oscar would divorce her, and Olivia, who had always doted on her, would be disappointed if she’d seen the photos.

Amelia truly hated Jennifer then. She and Carter Scott were innocent, yet they had to suffer through such injustice.

“Mr. Clinton, I didn’t even get to see those photos. Don’t you feel like you’ve gone overboard for faulting me without finding out the truth?”

“You’ll see when you’re home,” he said simply.

Oscar. The car

pulled open his door and got out before momentarily recalling Tiffany’s words. Amelia hadn’t lived an easy life. Even if she was heartbroken, she’d still wear a smile in front of him. Hence, he halted his

he muttered in

was shocked, her mouth forming into a grin as she undid her seatbelt and exited

while she followed behind gloomily. Abruptly, she clutched her belly and wailed, “Mr. Clinton, my belly hurts! It

more pitifully at him, her voice weakening

to panic, bending down to lift her anxiously. “I’ll take you to the

arms around his neck flirtatiously, leaning her head against his chest. “Mr. Clinton, you were ignoring me earlier. My heart was hurting,

cryptically lowering his head to look at her. “You

“Mr. Clinton, don’t be so cold to me. Every time you do, it hurts here.” She pointed

whining weakly, “Mr. Clinton, it’s all my

her briefly, he carried her into the elevator and pressed their floor before

the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, his heart feeling exceptionally frustrated. When he came out, Amelia jumped on him once more with no

narrowed his eyes, speaking in a cold voice,

remained unchanging. “It must not be

his eyes deepened. “At least you

attempted to rouse his sympathy by

after, a loud slam sounded from the bedroom door. Like a deflated balloon, Amelia slumped

later, Oscar came downstairs with a manila envelope in hand. Amelia looked at

the envelope on the table and said, “Take a

for the envelope. A stack of photographs fell out the moment she opened it—all of which showed a man and a woman she easily recognized. It was no one else

truly ruthless! Amelia cursed in

eye on her and said, “Aren’t

“Mr. Clinton, if I were to say nothing

“No.”

photographs, I wouldn’t

only centimeters between them when he raised a hand to pinch her chin. “Amelia Winters, are you that desperate? I’ve been pleasing you so passionately. Are you still so

for a moment, yet her face remained neutral. “Mr. Clinton, didn’t you already know I was such a person?” She laughed. “But these photographs I can explain. Carter Scott and I are innocent. Do

her chin increased, retorting, “Do you think I

You definitely don’t!

Had these photographs been of Oscar and Cassie, and he had

lips faintly brushing against each other. The air he exhaled tickled her

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