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 incredibly well.

the feeling that the reality was too different from his

Clinton? Have you been bewitched?” Molly

her out, Oscar. Amelia sent her here to drive a wedge in

consideration of her agitated expression, Oscar could only wave a hand and dismiss

the end of the day, she was just the help. Thus, she left

she had gone downstairs, she

to the Clinton residence to help out first and avoid

really not remember anything at all, Mrs. Clinton? What are you and Mr. Anthony going to do, then?”

I’m planning to go abroad with Tony. Help me take care of Oscar in the

Clinton, it’s evident that Mr. Clinton got duped by that woman. Are you not planning to bother about him anymore that you’re going abroad at this

only make me loathsome.” Sighing softly, Amelia entreated, “Please take good care of Oscar while I’m away, Molly. All right,

Molly soundlessly heaved a sigh after

a

had no choice but to return

Tiffany inquired as she came over with a cup

aside, she was even kicked out by the latter. She was at a loss, so she phoned me. I

really shameless! It’s your house, but she’s openly claiming it for herself. Never

for me anymore, Tiff. 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 was in the past. Take it easy. Do you want to

was downright baffled. “Not only does he have another woman in his arms now, but he’s also going to be

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

gave her a

was

suddenly appeared at Tiffany’s house two days before

hips, Tiffany reverted to her past bluntness and feistiness. “How

of the blue? Will you be coming back in the future? And did you ever consider me before deciding to go abroad?”

forget that we’re already divorced, Derrick. I’ve got nothing to do with you. You’ve already got another woman and will also 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 a

Derrick stumbling back time and again, pathetic beyond

and grabbed hers. Placing her 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. As long as you return to my side, I can

weight. His cheeks were deeply sunken, and he was unshaven. His past handsome self was all but gone,

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

her love for him still superseded

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

once, Derrick’s eyes

don’t you, Tiff?”

shot him a look, upon which he immediately sat down on

Tony, she was greeted by the sight of Derrick eating

explained awkwardly, “I saw that he was so thin that he resembled the refugees from

her a look that seemingly said Tiffany was the one

little boy trotted

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

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

and started stuffing his face again. Only when he

full?” Tiffany inquired

“Yes.”

got up to put the dishes away, saying, “You guys

pinned his eyes on Amelia. After a moment’s

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

the woman I love, so I pay more attention to things related to her and her friends. Please don’t take offense at me. I’m just afraid that she’ll

hurt, I don’t think you’ve got the right to

darkened

before 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, assuming the stance of a

marred Derrick’s countenance, and a

to stalk Tiffany in addition to investigating her and her friends. He himself felt that he had already gotten so obsessed that he couldn’t extricate

Amelia. But at the thought that he already had a child, she

person’s life. I don’t care whether there are any feelings between you and Ms. Halliwell. Ultimately, the child

be with another man. Amelia, I admire you greatly but

Nonetheless, her expression turned even more calm

with some fruits, she perceptively sensed that the atmosphere between them

she placed the fruits on the coffee table and queried, “What’s wrong? Both of

here so often and told him about how

to be a father soon. Why, do

and he replied solemnly, “That’s not what

a dismissive hand. “All right, I don’t care whatever it is you meant. You’ve already eaten, so

at her intently. In the next second, he backed down and begged, “Don’t go abroad, Tiff.

ticket and even contacted the school where I’m

His hands balled into fists, the veins on his