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.

scheming woman who's cruel beyond words. Conversely, Isabella treats you incredibly well. Shouldn't you like her more?” he

couldn't shake off the feeling that the reality was too different

Mr. Clinton? Have you been bewitched?” Molly fretted

Amelia sent her here to drive a wedge in our relationship. Let's not have her serve us. It was because of her that our

expression, Oscar could only wave a hand and

was just the help. Thus, she left after placing the groceries in

she had gone downstairs, she gave Amelia a

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

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

“Don't worry, Molly. I'm planning to go abroad with

evident that Mr. Clinton got duped by that woman. Are you not planning to bother about him anymore that you're

saw, Molly, he doesn't remember me anymore. Staying here will only make me loathsome.” Sighing softly, Amelia entreated, “Please take good care of Oscar while I'm away,

soundlessly heaved a sigh

for a

her head, but she had no

wrong, Babe? Who called?” Tiffany inquired as she came

saw Oscar 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

teeth. “That woman is really shameless! It's your house, but she's openly claiming it for herself. Never had I

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 notify Derrick since we're going abroad in a few days?”

his arms now, but he's also going to

never mind, then. Indeed, there's nothing much

“I've already packed my luggage. I also stacked the new clothes you and Tony bought into the luggage. Which date do you prefer? I want to buy

gave her

to inform her that she had settled everything. It was a flight five days later. In her words, it was best to leave as soon as possible to

without alerting anyone, but Derrick suddenly appeared at Tiffany's house two days

her past bluntness and feistiness.

that. Just tell me whether it's true. Why are you going abroad out of the blue? Will you be coming back in the future?

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 boyfriend. If he's good enough, sufficiently thoughtful, and most importantly, promises me fidelity, I'll marry him immediately. Of course, it's even better if he has a child who's old enough in his family. After all, it'll still be great for me to be a stepmother when I

stumbling back time

heart, he pleaded, “I beg you, Tiff. Don't go abroad. I've really missed you a lot. I don't want

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

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

her love for him

a seat first. You look as though you haven't eaten in

once, Derrick's eyes

don't you, Tiff?” he queried

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

Tony, she was greeted by the sight of Derrick eating

returned, Tiffany picked her ear and explained awkwardly, “I saw that he was so thin that he

her a look that seemingly said

beckoned at Tony. The little boy trotted

before snagging a tissue and wiping his mouth, reverting to his usual elegance in front of others. If one were to ignore the stubble on his face, he

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

Derrick picked up his fork and started stuffing his face again. Only when he was full did

Tiffany

“Yes.”

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

his eyes on Amelia. After

commented

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 get

are already divorced. There's nothing more between the two of you. Even if she gets hurt, I don't think you've got the right to comfort her.” A smile remained on Amelia's face,

darkened

my words, Derrick. You're going to be a father soon, so a relationship is no longer possible between you two. I hope you won't appear before her anymore. That's best for both of you. I don't want her to get hurt for the second time. I trust

and a flash of pain

her too deeply, he 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 he

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 would only end up hurting the

pregnant. I hope you can take the responsibility a man ought to bear. Love 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 married. As for you, you're already

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 destroying her

at his terrifying gaze. Nonetheless, her expression

out with some fruits, she perceptively sensed that the

table and queried, “What's wrong?

not to come here so often and told him about how you are going abroad,

for you to be mad about? The 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

and he replied solemnly, “That's not what

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

In the next second, he backed down

even contacted the school

balled into fists, the veins on his arms