Too Much To Bear My Love

Chapter 759 Getting A Scare

Oscar looked at Amelia intently. “Would you believe me if I said I have no idea how this red mark ended up on my suit?”

“Oscar, are you really not going to give me any explanation?” Amelia asked. Oscar tried to pull her into his arms, but Amelia stepped aside and shot out of the bathroom with the suit before slamming the door behind her.

Oscar’s eyes darkened. Quickly, he wrapped a bath towel around him and went out after her. Amelia was already changing her clothes when he saw her. He strode over and hugged her from behind, asking lowly, “Are you angry with me, Amelia?”

Amelia nodded without trying to hide her emotion. “Yes, I am. I don’t care how this lipstick mark ends up on your suit. It doesn’t matter if some woman seduced you and kissed you or stole your suit and kissed it. The point is, you lost your suit—something that belongs to me. I’m very, very angry!”

Oscar kissed her hair. “I’m sorry, Amelia. I was careless. I promise you I’ll find out who did this.”

“What are you going to do after identifying her? Are you going to chase her out of Clinton Corporations?” Amelia questioned unreservedly.

“Amelia, you never interfere in my work,” Oscar commented grimly.

“You’re right. I never. But a woman is eyeing you like a predator in the company. How can I not be worried? I’m afraid you’ll fall for her one day. Tony and I will lose you forever, then. I may seem tolerant and open-minded, but deep down, I’m scared,” Amelia admitted calmly.

Oscar caressed her face and comforted her in a deep voice, “What makes you think so? I wouldn’t have waited for you for two years if I’d fallen in love with other women. Can’t you feel my love after everything I did for you?”

Amelia let out a faint sigh. “I’m sorry, Oscar. I’m just worried sick. All the women around you are exceptional.”

“Don’t worry, Amelia. I’ll get to the bottom of this. Someone must have pulled a stunt. I’ll find and fire her.”

When Amelia saw that Oscar had finally relented, she circled her arms around his neck and flashed him a sweet smile. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t really serious when I said that. You should go shower.”

Oscar bit her neck. “Together.”

Amelia nodded readily, and the two melded into one as they went into the bathroom. Under the stimulation of the shower, a steamy session ensued.

When the couple finally lay in bed in lethargy, Amelia rubbed her head against Oscar’s neck endearingly.

Oscar patted her head quietly and fell asleep, but Amelia was still awake.

She gazed at his face under the faint light and gently brushed her fingers over it, reflecting on the earlier fight.

Although it was true that Amelia was piqued when she saw the lipstick mark on Oscar’s suit, she was not altogether furious. However, still, Amelia had blown the matter up because she wanted him to be aware of the gravity of the problem so the woman interested in Oscar would keep her distance from him.

“I’m sorry for lashing out at you, Oscar,” she uttered softly.

his sleep, and the night

to Oscar from the back like a lazy

is it?” Oscar asked

her head. “It’s nothing. I just feel that we have been swamped lately. We haven’t really

with me for what

I might have overreacted. I hope

I didn’t look after my belongings.

I was just pulling your leg when I said that. Don’t

his heart although he did

his company and asked the staff to show him the surveillance

was the one who did it, but it turned out it was an executive at

face dimmed when he saw the woman in the footage, and he called

she walked in. “Is there anything I

Ms. Schmidt over. I want to talk to her,”

felt confused that Oscar wanted to see Beverly Schmidt, but she carried out his orders immediately and went

she knocked on the door and entered only after Oscar gave his

me, Mr. Clinton,” she said with a hint of anxiousness in her voice when she looked at

look at this footage, Ms. Schmidt. Do you mind explaining why you did this?” Oscar

over, and her color changed completely when she saw the

don’t tell my husband. I don’t want to end up in

using my suit. Pen a resignation letter and hand

I’m at fault for staining your suit, but this mistake doesn’t amount to a dismissal. I’ve worked here for years!” Beverly

I make this public. It’s up

“Is there no

buried himself in the documents on the

you not curious why

pointed at

desperation as she implored, “Mr. Clinton! You can’t do this to me. What’s wrong with

“I said get out!”

that it was a lost cause, Beverly

utter dejection

look so good. What’s the problem?” Isabella asked with

this trouble myself, but let me warn you—this isn’t over. I’ll pray every day that you get fired sooner or later,” Beverly seethed as she glared at the woman

the provocation. “Come on, Ms. Schmidt. Don’t blame everything on

and deliberately bumped into Isabella’s shoulder as she

walked toward Oscar’s office. “Linda, why did Oscar