Too Much To Bear My Love

Chapter 345 Battle Of Wits

In response, Derrick shrugged before lifting his head to look at Oscar. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes as he continued, “You know, I love Tiff just as much as you love Amelia. I’ve been interested in her since the first day she became a writer for my company. Her work was soulful that it made me want to fall in love, and that’s why I wanted to get to know her more. Then I realized the more I knew her, the more I became interested in her. Unfortunately, she has disappeared with Amelia, and I still couldn’t find them.”

“Since Amelia really did stay at your villa, why didn’t you admit it before? What were you trying to hide?”

Instead of answering the question, Derrick smiled and quickly changed the subject. “We’re both on the same boat, you know? So if you hear anything about Amelia or Tiff, please let me know. It has been three years. I think it’s time to find out if Tiff’s feelings for me are mutual.”

All of a sudden, as if he had an epiphany, Oscar stretched out his hand, and Derrick instinctively high-fived it.

“I’ll inform you as soon as I locate them, but you have to promise me that you’ll never lie to me. Otherwise, I’m going to make sure that you and your family pay for your mistake.”

“It’s a deal.”

Even though the two seemed to have reached an agreement, neither of them knew what the other was actually planning in his head.

“Do you want to grab a drink?” invited Derrick.

“Sure.”

“What did Amelia ask you to get?” inquired Oscar after they left the apartment and entered the elevator.

“It’s not something you would expect. She just wanted me to get her a photo album; it’s the one with photos of you and her. She said it’d be nice to relive those memories. Unfortunately, she and Tiff both disappeared after I last saw them. It’s cruel, really, what they did. That’s why I said we’re both on the same boat,” answered Derrick with a wry smile.

Oscar was already distracted the moment Derry mentioned the photo album. Even after five years of marriage, Oscar and Amelia did not take many photos together. Those in the album only existed because Amelia wanted a couple photoshoot. Naturally, the man agreed because he loved Amelia. At first, he was a little stiff in front of the camera, so Amelia teased him and called him a statue. Oscar then retorted that if he were a statue, he was a handsome-looking one. In the end, the happy Amelia during the photoshoot convinced Oscar that it was all worth it.

Those photos were proof of the happy moments they had together.

“Is that really what she told you?” asked Oscar hesitantly.

Derrick remained silent for a while before responding, “What do you mean?”

“You said she wanted the photo album because she wanted to relive our memories. Is that true?”

Derrick nodded, suddenly feeling pity for the man. As the head of Clinton Corporations, Oscar could have had any woman he wanted, but for some reason, he only had eyes for Amelia. Even now, his heart longed to be with her. He had only met a handful of men with such fierce loyalty to a woman.

After seeing Derrick’s response, Oscar tightened his grip on the steering wheel as a content smile crept its way onto his face.

Derrick gave Oscar a curious look when the man stopped outside The Mirage. “A karaoke bar? I thought we were going to a regular bar.”

“They have private rooms, so it’s much quieter inside. I had a headache today, so I’d rather not deal with loud noises.”

on the man. Derrick started to wonder if Oscar should go home and rest instead after realizing the state the

Clinton. How about we take a rain check? You should rest at home if you’re not feeling

Do you know that? If I wanted to get nagged at, I would’ve gone to my mother. Now stop

to go against the man. This will be a good opportunity for me to befriend Oscar. Gaining a powerful and influential friend like him will no doubt bring me more

graced with the presence of such outstanding men. Even though they remembered

gentlemen. If allowed, almost everyone in the service crew would spend their working

you like some snacks, Mr. Clinton?” inquired Derrick after

in response as he continued to ignore the staff members gazing at

Oscar took the elevator to their private room. Oscar slumped onto the couch as

we sing a song or two?

Not only was it one of the most popular songs during his childhood, but it was also one that he had fond memories of. No matter how many times Derrick had heard it, he never got bored of the song, and he suspected

this song, Mr. Clinton? I’m sure you do, don’t you? Go ahead. Let me

then took the microphone and cleared his throat before he started singing. A pleasant-sounding and tuneful

he decided to do his best to match the other man’s talent when it was his

man how impressed he was. “My goodness, Mr. Clinton! I definitely did not expect you to be that talented in singing. And I can tell

an excellent song. You have good taste,” praised Oscar

Derrick realized that maybe they had

in their order and

made herself scarce

the microphone down and reached out to grab a bottle of beer. After taking a few

“Another song, Mr. Clinton?”

You go ahead.

flair for singing. Even though Derrick did not look the type, he was skillful enough to hit

finally done, Oscar had already finished his bottle of

You have to keep it in your mouth for a while before swallowing it. That way, you’ll learn to appreciate its flavor,” instructed Derrick after snatching

wise alcohol consumption method. Bottoms up.

Derrick clinked his

not take long before Derrick regretted drinking with Oscar, who promised not to get drunk but ended up intoxicated, anyway. “More! I need more beer!” shouted Oscar after downing three bottles. By

could hold his drink, but it turned out that three bottles were all it took to get him drunk. Either he’s really that weak, or he’s just pretending

good. Since you told me not to drink, I

away from Derrick and started dancing clumsily

awkward and silly dance, Derrick was finally convinced that

man from further humiliation. “Come on, Mr. Clinton. Let’s get you

Derrick stopped his dancing. He would gaze at the man from time to time and slur, “It’s so good to have you back, Amelia. Words can’t even begin to describe how much I’ve missed you. Did you miss me too, Amelia? Tell me

 I can’t believe this is happening to me. What on earth did I ever do to deserve

seat, Derrick got into the driver’s seat and started driving toward the former’s