You More Than Anything In The World

Ignoring Tiffany’s shouting, Oscar took Amelia by her hand to wait for the elevator. Amelia waved to Tiffany and said, “Go in, Tiff. I’ll call you once I’m home.”

Soon after, Amelia was dragged into the elevator.

Tiffany grumbled to herself, “What a tasteless man. Someday you’ll definitely be begging me on your knees.”

Inside the elevator, Amelia turned to Oscar. “Mr. Clinton, what’s with you today? It’s as if you’ve eaten gunpowder for dinner.”

He said nothing, merely staring at her indifferently.

Amelia had a hard time wrapping her head around how hot and cold Oscar was behaving. Why would he come to pick her up yet be so indifferent toward her?

“Mr. Clinton, if you’re angry that my friend was unkind to you, I can apologize on her behalf,” Amelia suggested.

He took a quick look at her. “What’s with those photographs?”

Though her heart skipped, she did a great job pretending to be ignorant. “What photographs?”

“I received a parcel at six o’clock. It was a stack of photographs. I want to hear your explanation.”

In an instant, she felt like a large cloud was hovering above her, about to unleash a flood of rain over her head. It felt ominous.

She had never expected Jennifer Larson to be this ruthless. She hadn’t even given her enough time to process before she sent the photos to Oscar Clinton.

At that moment, she truly detested Jennifer. She had no animosity toward her. They didn’t even have any relation to each other. Yet, Jennifer bore a deep grudge toward her, so much so she was planning to destroy her marriage. Amelia couldn’t understand. How did ruining her marriage benefitted Jennifer?

“Are the photographs related to me?” Amelia continued pretending.

Oscar stared at her fervently without a word.

Amelia’s heart was racing. Oscar’s silence was making her uneasy. She feared Oscar would divorce her, and Olivia, who had always doted on her, would be disappointed if she’d seen the photos.

Amelia truly hated Jennifer then. She and Carter Scott were innocent, yet they had to suffer through such injustice.

“Mr. Clinton, I didn’t even get to see those photos. Don’t you feel like you’ve gone overboard for faulting me without finding out the truth?”

“You’ll see when you’re home,” he said simply.

Oscar. The car was filled with a

spot. He pulled open his door and got out before momentarily

he muttered in

shocked, her mouth forming into a grin as she undid her seatbelt and exited the

walking in the lead while she followed behind gloomily. Abruptly, she clutched her belly and wailed,

looked even more

then Oscar began to panic, bending down to lift her anxiously. “I’ll take you to the

her head against his chest. “Mr. Clinton, you were ignoring me earlier. My heart was

lowering his head to look at

to me. Every time you do, it hurts here.” She pointed at the left side of

put her down, she clutched onto him like a koala would a tree, whining weakly, “Mr. Clinton, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t be photographed with anyone else other than

into the elevator and pressed their floor before

his heart feeling exceptionally frustrated. When he came out,

narrowed his eyes, speaking in a cold voice, “You’ve

froze for a second, her face remained unchanging. “It must not be good if it could make you this mad.

in his eyes deepened. “At least

very self-aware.” She attempted to rouse his sympathy

sounded from the bedroom door. Like a deflated balloon,

downstairs with a manila envelope in hand. Amelia

the envelope on the table

of photographs fell out the moment she opened it—all of which showed a man and a woman she easily recognized. It was no one else other than

Larson, you’re truly ruthless! Amelia

kept a close eye on her and

I were to say

“No.”

at these photographs, I

forward and bent slightly, leaving only centimeters between them when he raised a hand to pinch her chin. “Amelia Winters, are you that desperate? I’ve been pleasing you so passionately. Are you still so unsatisfied in

Clinton, didn’t you already know I was such a person?”

chin increased, retorting, “Do you

You definitely don’t!

aware of his possessiveness. Had these photographs been of Oscar and Cassie, and he

moved closer, their lips faintly brushing against each other. The air he exhaled tickled her