Too Much To Bear My Love

Chapter 858 Decided To Go Abroad

When Oscar woke up and saw Isabella staring at him intently, mirth bubbled within him. “What’s wrong? You’re looking at me as though I’m going to leave.”

Leaning against his shoulder, Isabella whined aggrievedly, “I’m scared Amelia will steal you from me as she’s always hounding you. After all, she’s beautiful and gave birth to Tony for you. The two of you have a child linking you together while I merely love you silently without any title.”

Oscar hugged her close to him, murmuring apologetically, “I’m sorry I made you feel insecure. Don’t worry, for I’ll take care of everything.”

A flash of something dark flittered across Isabella’s eyes. Taking things further, she ventured, “Will you marry me, Oscar?”

Oscar instinctively wanted to answer in the affirmative, but Amelia’s voice and smile inexplicably flashed across his mind. He shook his head, feeling that he shouldn’t be reacting in such a manner.

Isabella’s heart clenched. She lifted her head and looked at him before hanging her head. “Do you not want to marry me, Oscar?”

Patting her face, Oscar coaxed, “Don’t think so much. Let’s go upstairs.”

After saying that, he swung open the car door and alighted from the car.

Isabella followed suit. As she gazed at his back ahead of her, the look in her eyes was exceedingly complex. She bit her lip hard.

“What’s wrong, Isabella?” Oscar turned and queried, halting in his tracks.

Putting a smile on her face, Isabella quickened her pace and caught up with him. Taking his arm, she fibbed, “I was just studying your back, only to find you exceptionally handsome all of a sudden, so I wondered how I got such a good-looking boyfriend.”

In response, Oscar merely chuckled.

When they arrived back at the condominium, he glanced around at the familiar interior design before pinning his eyes on Isabella beside him. He couldn’t help asking, “Did you really live here in the past, Isabella?”

In a flash, Isabella’s heart lodged in her throat. Jerking her head up, she questioned, “What do you mean by that, Oscar? Does this not look like our love nest?”

Oscar shook his head, explaining, “Don’t think too much. I merely feel that you won’t like such a cozy design, considering your style. Besides, I can’t shake off the feeling that the mistress of this place is someone else.”

Isabella’s hands balled into fists. But in the next instant, she slowly unclenched them.

“That was really hurtful, Oscar. Could it be that you brought some other woman back here without my knowledge that you’re saying the mistress of this place is someone else? Spit it out, quick. Otherwise, I’ll be teaching you a lesson.”

Trying to scare him, she pretended to bare her teeth and curve her fingers into claws.

Oscar scrutinized her hard, his brows creasing imperceptibly. Verily, he found her all too different from his impression of her in his memories.

“How did you joke around with me in the past, Isabella?” he inquired in a seemingly nonchalant manner.

Again, Isabella’s heart lodged in her throat. She was initially feeling guilty in the first place, afraid that the man would realize something amiss, so she was all panicked following that question.

“Why are you asking, Oscar?” she ventured guiltily.

Reaching out, Oscar pulled her into his arms and tapped the tip of her nose. “I was merely asking casually, but you’re acting all guilty. Did you do something bad behind my back?”

Isabella felt even guiltier then, but she tried acting coquettish by countering, “I’ll really be heartbroken if you doubt me when I love you so much, Oscar.”

Oscar stroked her hair gently with a smile curving his lips, putting on a front of being in a great mood. However, the sense of dissonance within him intensified. A voice kept telling him that someone else was the mistress of the house. Yet, the woman in his memories was undeniably Isabella.

In his memories, Isabella was sweet, independent, strong, and kind. She would hug him from behind in the red glow of the setting sun and rub her cheek against his back like a lazy kitten, very much adorable.

The Isabella in his arms, though perfectly fine, created a sense of dissonance within him. No matter what, he couldn’t open his heart to her.

He felt a sense of discordance, but he couldn’t exactly put his finger on it.

When Isabella lifted her eyes and met his probing gaze, her heart jolted, fearful that he would notice something off.

An idea occurred to her, upon which she suggested, “Let’s tidy the house together, Oscar.”

Just when they were about to get to their feet, the sound of a key turning in the lock sounded from outside the door. They both swung their gazes over in concert, only to see Molly opening the door and entering the house.

Molly carried a bunch of groceries. Puzzlement swamped her the instant she spotted the woman who shouldn’t be in the house. But still, she commented politely, “Where’s Mrs. Clinton and Mr. Anthony, Mr. Clinton? And why is Ms. Walker here? I remember you didn’t quite welcome her here in the past.”

Isabella shot daggers at her. Argh! I considered everything, but I forgot that there’s still Molly, who comes over to help with the chores!

Frowning, Oscar clarified, “Who’s Mrs. Clinton, Molly? And didn’t Isabella live here in the past?”

As though having heard something utterly incredulous, Molly asked worriedly, “Are you okay, Mr. Clinton? This is your house with Mrs. Clinton, and the renovation was all handled by Mrs. Clinton alone. What has it got to do with Ms. Walker here?”

“How could you twist the truth in front of Oscar when I’ve been so nice to you, Molly?” Isabella barked.

Molly threw a look at her as though she was a lunatic. Then, she shifted her gaze to Oscar and pressed, “Mr. Clinton, where’s Mrs. Clinton? I only went home to visit my grandchild for three days. Why does it seem as though the mistress here has changed? It was your mother who sent me here to serve you both, so I won’t do anything to betray Mrs. Clinton.”

The furrow of Oscar’s brows deepened.

a scheming woman who’s cruel beyond words. Conversely, Isabella treats you

couldn’t shake off the feeling that

Clinton? Have you been bewitched?” Molly fretted with her eyes trained

here to drive a wedge

Oscar could only wave

end of the day, she was just

gone downstairs, she gave Amelia a

go back to the Clinton residence to help out first and avoid going

Mrs. Clinton? What are you and Mr. Anthony

planning to go abroad with Tony.

Mr. Clinton got duped by that woman. Are you not planning

me anymore. Staying here will only make me loathsome.” Sighing softly, Amelia entreated, “Please take good care of Oscar

a sigh after hanging up

went home for a few days, yet everything has

she had no choice but to return

as she came over with

and Isabella in the house when she returned. That aside, she was even kicked out by the latter. She was at a loss, so she phoned me. I explained the situation to her to save her from being in the dark,” Amelia answered casually. She acted indifferently as though she didn’t

your house, but she’s openly claiming it for herself. Never had I seen such a

much you kick up a fuss, things can never go back to how it was in the past. Take it easy. Do you want to notify Derrick since we’re going abroad in a few days?”

“Not only does he have another woman in his arms now, but he’s also going to be a father soon. Why should I tell him about

then. Indeed, there’s nothing much to be

Tiffany remarked, “I’ve already packed my luggage. I also stacked the new clothes you and Tony bought into the luggage. Which date do you

her

to book the flight tickets. Then, she came back to inform her that she had settled everything. It was

alerting anyone, but Derrick suddenly appeared at Tiffany’s house two

her past bluntness and feistiness. “How did you know that? I didn’t tell anyone

whether it’s true. Why are you going abroad out of the blue? Will you be coming back in the future? And did you ever consider me before deciding to go abroad?” Derrick demanded, panting

be having a child soon. Why do you care about where I’m going? I’m planning to go abroad and get myself a foreigner for

stumbling back time and again,

you, Tiff. Don’t go abroad. I’ve really missed you

weight. His cheeks were deeply

to claim that she was apathetic toward his sorry state. Although she was still traumatized from her failed marriage, she could still lead a pretty good life on the surface. Derrick, however, was torturing himself. If it were to persist, she really felt

for

first. You look as though you haven’t eaten in days,” she huffed, withdrawing

Derrick’s eyes lit

about me, don’t you,

look, upon which he immediately sat

was greeted by the sight of Derrick eating heartily on

explained awkwardly, “I saw that he was so thin that he resembled the refugees from Alendor, so I kindly cooked him

a look that seemingly said Tiffany was the one

beckoned at Tony. The little

to his usual elegance

couch on the other side, Amelia pointed at the remaining food and

picked up his fork and started stuffing his face again.

Tiffany inquired

“Yes.”

put the dishes away, saying, “You guys talk first.” Then, she

Derrick pinned his eyes on Amelia. After a moment’s silence, he

commented

related to her and her friends. Please

if she gets hurt, I don’t think you’ve got the right to comfort her.” A smile remained on Amelia’s face, but the words out of her mouth cut

darkened a

her anymore. That’s best for both of you. I don’t want her to get hurt for the second time. I trust that you understand that better than anyone else.” Amelia leaned forward a fraction,

a flash of pain flittered

acted like a madman and sent someone to stalk Tiffany in addition to investigating her and her friends. He himself felt that he had already gotten so obsessed that

welled within Amelia. But at the thought that he already had a child, she had no choice but to harden her heart when continued

I don’t care whether there are any feelings between you and Ms. Halliwell. Ultimately, the child is innocent. Tiff will never insert herself in that relationship and be a stepmother to the child. When she has really put her feelings for you down, I’ll encourage her to date again, then get married. As for you, you’re already in

at her sharply and snarled through gritted teeth, “She’s mine. I’ll never allow her to be with another man. Amelia, I admire you greatly but don’t blame me for not showing you

gaze. Nonetheless, her expression turned even more calm

she perceptively sensed

table and queried, “What’s wrong? Both of you are

chortled. “I just advised Derrick not to come here so often and told

us divorced ages ago, and you’re even going to be a father soon. Why, do you want

tautly, and he replied solemnly, “That’s not what

right, I don’t care whatever it is you meant. You’ve already eaten, so

second, he backed down and begged,

even contacted the school where I’m going to study. What do

face paled a shade. His hands balled into