Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 84

Chapter 84
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.
Amelia quietened down, and so did Oscar. The car was filled with a heavy silence.
About half an hour later, Oscar drove into the neighborhood where their condominium was and found a parking spot. He pulled open his door and got out before momentarily recalling Tiffany’s words. Amelia hadn’t lived an easy life. Even if she was heartbroken, she’d still wear a smile in front of him. Hence, he halted his steps.

into a grin as she undid her seatbelt and exited the car. Oscar was walking in the lead while she followed behind gloomily. Abruptly, she clutched her belly and wailed, “Mr. Clinton, my belly hurts! It hurts so much!” Immediately, Oscar whipped his head around

hurting, so my belly did too. Now that you’re carrying me, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” Oscar’s face darkened, cryptically lowering his head to look at her. “You were pretending?” She continued leaning on him unabashedly. “Mr. Clinton, don’t be so cold to me. Every time you do, it hurts here.” She pointed at the left side of her chest. As soon as Oscar tried to put her down, she clutched onto him like a koala would a tree, whining weakly, “Mr.

they entered the apartment, he placed her down and tugged at his necktie. He then entered the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, his heart feeling exceptionally frustrated. When he came out, Amelia jumped on him once more with no fear of any consequences. She whined pitifully and coquettishly, “Mr. Clinton, I’m really wrong this time. Please forgive me for this once. Don’t be mad anymore, alright?” Oscar narrowed his eyes, speaking in a cold voice,

his eyes deepened. “At least you have some

Oscar merely turned around and went upstairs. Shortly after, a loud slam sounded from the bedroom door. Like a deflated balloon, Amelia slumped down onto the ground.
Five minutes later, Oscar came downstairs with a manila envelope in hand. Amelia looked at it listlessly. “Mr. Clinton, are the photographs you mentioned in there?”

for a second before reaching for the envelope. A stack 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 Carter Scott and herself. Jennifer Larson, you’re truly ruthless! Amelia cursed in her heart. Oscar kept a close eye on her and said, “Aren’t you gonna give me an

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 bed that you had to look for another man? Couldn’t you have been less depraved? You even hooked up with your boss.” Amelia’s heart ached for a moment, yet her face remained neutral. “Mr. Clinton, didn’t you already know I was such a person?” She laughed. “But these photographs I can explain. Carter Scott and I are

think I believe you?” You definitely don’t! She was well aware of his possessiveness. Had these photographs been of Oscar and Cassie, and he had claimed to be innocent, she wouldn’t

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