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.

did Oscar. The car was filled with a

his door and got out before momentarily recalling Tiffany’s words. Amelia hadn’t lived

muttered in a

a grin as she undid her seatbelt and

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

Oscar whipped his head around and studied her suspiciously. Amelia looked even more pitifully at him, her

then Oscar began to panic, bending down to lift her anxiously. “I’ll take you to

around his neck flirtatiously, leaning her head against his chest. “Mr. Clinton, you were ignoring me earlier. My heart was hurting, so my belly did too. Now that you’re carrying me, it doesn’t

lowering his head

Every time you do, it hurts here.” She pointed at the left

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

the elevator and pressed their

they entered the apartment, he placed her down and tugged at his necktie. He then entered 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 fear of any

in a cold voice, “You’ve seen those

remained unchanging. “It must not be good if it

his eyes deepened. “At

She attempted to rouse his sympathy by blinking

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

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

threw the envelope on the table and said, “Take a look

of which showed a man and a woman she easily recognized. It was no one else other than Carter Scott

Larson, you’re truly ruthless! Amelia cursed in

kept a close eye on her and said, “Aren’t you gonna give me an

smiled faintly at him. “Mr. Clinton, if I were to say nothing happened between me and Carter Scott, would you believe

“No.”

these photographs, I wouldn’t believe me

leaving 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 unsatisfied in bed that you had to look for another man? Couldn’t you have been less depraved? You even hooked up with your

neutral. “Mr. Clinton, didn’t you already know I was such a person?” She laughed. “But these photographs I can

retorting, “Do you

You definitely don’t!

Had these photographs been of Oscar and Cassie,

brushing against each other. The air he exhaled

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