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.

Conversely, Isabella treats

feeling that the reality was too different from his

are you saying, Mr. Clinton? Have you been bewitched?” Molly fretted with her

urged anxiously, “Kick her out, Oscar. Amelia sent her here to drive a wedge in

her agitated expression, Oscar could only wave a hand and

she was just the help. Thus, she left after

downstairs, she gave

her before advising her to go back to the Clinton residence to help out first and avoid

remember anything at all, Mrs. Clinton? What are you and Mr. Anthony going to do, then?”

worry, Molly. I’m planning to go abroad with Tony. Help

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

you saw, Molly, he doesn’t remember me anymore. Staying here will only make me loathsome.” Sighing softly, Amelia entreated, “Please

a sigh after hanging up the

for a few

she had no choice but

as she came over with

She was at a loss, so she phoned me. I explained the situation to

house, but she’s openly claiming it for herself. Never had

It’s all set in stone now, so no matter how much you kick up a fuss, things can never go back to how it

his arms now, but he’s also going to be

right, never mind, then. Indeed, there’s nothing much

clothes you and Tony bought into the luggage. Which date do

gave her a

that she had settled everything. It was a flight five days later. In her words, it was best

but Derrick suddenly appeared at Tiffany’s house two days before their departure and asked

and feistiness. “How did you

be coming back in the future? And did you ever consider

I’m going? I’m planning to go abroad and get myself a foreigner

stumbling back

hand over his heart, he pleaded, “I beg you, Tiff. Don’t go abroad. I’ve really missed you a lot. I don’t want a child or another woman. I want you alone.

that he had lost a lot of weight. His cheeks were deeply sunken, and he was unshaven. His past handsome self was all but gone, and he resembled a nobleman

would be a lie if she were 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 that a stiff gust

love for him

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

Derrick’s eyes

about me, don’t you, Tiff?”

look, upon which he immediately sat down on the

Tony, she was greeted by the sight of Derrick eating

that he was so thin that he resembled the refugees

a look that seemingly said Tiffany was

at Tony. The little boy trotted over to

usual elegance in front of others. If one were to ignore the stubble on his face, he would look like

on the other side, Amelia pointed at the remaining food and urged, “Go on and eat first. We’ll talk after you’ve

on ceremony, Derrick picked up his fork and started stuffing his face again.

full?” Tiffany inquired

“Yes.”

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

After a moment’s silence, he asked, “You’re divorced from Mr.

brow and commented with a chuckle, “You’re quite

to do? Tiff is the woman I love, so I pay more attention to things related to her and her friends. Please don’t take offense at

don’t think you’ve got the right

expression darkened

possible between you two. I hope you won’t appear before her anymore. That’s best for both of

countenance, and a flash of pain flittered across his

someone to stalk Tiffany in addition to investigating her and her friends. He himself felt that he had

of his emaciated self, pity welled within Amelia. But at the thought that he already had a child, she had no choice but to harden her heart when continued interaction between him and Tiffany

isn’t the only thing in a person’s life. 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

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 any mercy if you insist on

was taken aback at his terrifying gaze. Nonetheless, her expression turned even more

fruits, she perceptively sensed that the atmosphere between

the fruits on the coffee table and queried,

chortled. “I just advised Derrick not to come here so often and told him about how you are going

two of us divorced ages ago, and you’re even going to be a father soon. Why, do you want others to say that I’m a homewrecker who comes

he replied solemnly, “That’s not what I meant,

I don’t care whatever it is you meant. You’ve already

Derrick continued staring at her intently. In the next second, he backed down and begged, “Don’t

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

face paled a shade. His hands balled into fists, the veins on