Too Much To Bear My Love

“Go on.”

“What do you take Amelia for? A wife? A contract partner?”

Oscar glanced at her for a split second. Then he uttered two simple words, “A wife.”

“Good. Then have you ever thought about growing old with her?”

“No.”

Tifanny scowled. This jerk! He really doesn’t beat around the bush, huh… but his straightforwardness makes me want to choke him to death.

“You’re an honest man, Mr. Clinton. But why do I feel like strangling you to death?” Tiffany asked through gritted teeth.

“That’s your problem, not mine.”

Tiffany’s jaw clenched harder. How can this man be so despicable?

She rolled her eyes and retorted, “I guess Amelia can finally give an explanation to Mrs. Scott since you’ve made your stance clear. Mrs. Scott called me today and said she misses Amelia. She also asked if Amelia and Carter have any chance of getting together. At first, I didn’t give a sure answer because you’re still in the picture. But based on your answer just now, I’ll tell Mrs. Scott that Carter can go ahead and pursue Amelia.”

Something dark suddenly flickered in Oscar’s eyes.

“What did you say?”

“I’m sure you’ve heard what I said. I see no need to repeat myself.” Tiffany shrugged. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Mr. Clinton, but Amelia is still very popular among the elderly. Although Mrs. Scott initially misunderstood Amelia, she apologized for it afterward. And now she’s trying to mend hers and Amelia’s relationship, especially since she has witnessed Carter’s devotion to Amelia. I’m telling you. If you don’t take Amelia seriously, someone else will. You’re not the only man that desires her in this world.”

“She’s mine. Everyone else can forget about pursuing her.”

“But she won’t be yours if you get divorced. Amelia can behave in however way she pleases with other men. She’s free to flirt and be cared for by others… unless you decide to keep your marriage.”

Oscar’s fists coiled taut, but his face remained relaxed in a calm manner.

“Mr. Clinton. I personally think that your and Amelia’s divorce would be a good decision. She’d be better off in a more reliable relationship with Carter than if she stayed with you. At least he doesn’t have a messy history with other women, and he’ll never cause her emotional pain,” Tiffany spat. She wanted to spark jealousy in Oscar.

Oscar looked at her with an empty stare. “Tiffany, do you know what becomes of those who provoke me?”

“What? You’ll kill off my career in this city, so I can’t make a living?”

“No. I’ll ensure that you’ll never leave this city. Then I’ll make your life here a living hell, making you wish that you were dead. Do you believe that I’m capable of this?”

A chill swelled in Tiffany’s chest, prickling her with gooseflesh down her arms. Sure enough, it wasn’t easy to dance with the devil; one wrong move and she would end up being tortured in hell eternally, not a single piece of her would escape unscathed.

Tiffany believed every word Oscar said. She believed that he told the truth and that he was more than capable of making her life in this city a living hell.

There was no need to ask her why. This was the difference between the rich and the average. As the saying goes, money talks, and anything or anyone could be bought over with money.

you continue to say that she is someone else’s woman, then don’t blame me

sucked in a deep breath. Although she was terrified, she

her feelings, whilst she doesn’t get a single say in yours. So why put on an act of concern for her

stared straight

sensing an oppressive force behind Oscar’s stare. She felt like she was

escape from the tense situation. Unfortunately, Oscar stopped her. He pointed at her

submission by Oscars’ brisk, commanding voice, she

in touch with Mrs.

my friendships too, are you? I’m not Amelia. I won’t obey you

mix in with your crowd. She’s still mine. Even if we

anger. She had never encountered such an overbearing, jerk of a man before; they were getting divorced, yet he still wanted her all to himself. He

Clinton, don’t you think that’s a bit

“Is it?”

with good looks, good education, and had admirable work capabilities. He’s an exceptional man; I’ll give him that. Such a man is definitely qualified to have a woman on each of his shoulders.

inhaled deeply before saying, “Mr. Clinton, do you know the kind of life that

a word came from Oscar’s

and immoral to have as a wife, that whoever marries her will surely feel uneasy. Little do they know, she’s

spoke with a meaningful weight behind her words. “Mr. Clinton. If you truly care, then you should really cherish her more. Losing her will mean losing everything that’s good and pure in this world, I promise you

continued, “Please treat Amelia better. I’m heading off now. Do let Amelia know when she

left. She didn’t want to be the third wheel

noodles on a tray. She noticed that Tiffany was nowhere to be found and asked, “Where’s

left to attend to some

him and said, “Tiff is my best friend, Mr. Clinton. Can’t you be a bit friendlier

friendly enough toward

reasonably respectful the whole time. Tiffany was never one to mince her words. And given Oscar’s temperament, it was a miracle that he hadn’t rudely retorted back at

“Here, try some and tell me what you think of the taste. I haven’t cooked in a while, so I’m not

His actions pleased Amelia greatly; she no longer cared

“There’s still more in the

Oscar shook his head.

washing. When she was done, she dried off her hands before

patted the spot

walked over and sat

at her and questioned straightforwardly, “Are you still in touch with

him sideways. Pretending to be calm, she asked,

something that Tiffany mentioned in our conversation

time, she feared

“What did she say?”

probed further into the matter. He asked, “You seem nervous, why’s that? Is there some unspeakable thing going on between you

Amelia as she mentally prepared herself to face him head-on. After all, Oscar was a man of many faces. He was exceptionally skilled at getting others to say what he wanted them to; hidden underneath his youthful appearance was a cunning man. He was an incredibly sly old fox

sure that if you wanted to, you’d be able to find out if there’s anything between me and the Scotts, Mr. Clinton. So why bother asking me?” Amelia asked, turning the