Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 858

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.

words. Conversely, Isabella treats you incredibly well. Shouldn't you like her more?”

feeling that the reality was too different from

Have you been bewitched?” Molly

Amelia sent her here to drive a wedge in our relationship. Let's not have her serve

agitated expression, Oscar could

of the day, she was

downstairs,

go back to the Clinton residence to help out first

Clinton really not remember anything at all, Mrs. Clinton? What are

“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

make me loathsome.” Sighing softly,

heaved a sigh after

for a few days,

had no choice but to return

Babe? Who called?” Tiffany inquired as

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 indifferently as though

shameless! It's your house, but she's openly

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

another woman in his arms now, but he's also going to be a father soon. Why should I tell him

then. Indeed, there's nothing much to be

stacked the new clothes you and Tony bought into the luggage. Which

gave her a

settled everything. It was a flight five days later. In her words, it was best to leave as

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

her past bluntness and feistiness.

of the blue? Will you be coming back in the future? And did you

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

stumbling back time and again, pathetic

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.

man. Her only feeling was that he had lost a lot of weight. His cheeks were deeply sunken,

failed marriage, she could still lead a pretty good life on the surface. Derrick, however, was torturing

the end, her love for him still superseded

as though you haven't eaten in days,” she huffed, withdrawing her

once, Derrick's eyes

don't you,

look, upon which he immediately sat down on the

back with Tony, she was greeted by the sight of Derrick

had returned, Tiffany picked her ear and explained awkwardly, “I saw that he was so thin that he resembled the refugees from Alendor, so

a look that seemingly said Tiffany was the

Tony. The little boy trotted over to her

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

food and urged, “Go

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

full?” Tiffany

“Yes.”

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

straight, Derrick pinned his eyes on Amelia. After a moment's silence, he asked,

commented with a

more attention to things related to her and her friends. Please don't take

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, but

darkened

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 that

frown marred Derrick's countenance, and a flash of

he murmured softly. Because he loved her too deeply, he acted like a madman and sent someone to stalk Tiffany in addition to investigating her and her

child, she had no choice but to harden her heart

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

another man. Amelia, I admire you greatly but don't blame me for not showing you any mercy

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

perceptively sensed that the atmosphere between them

fruits on the coffee table and queried, “What's wrong? Both of you

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

Derrick, Tiffany snapped, “What's there for you to be mad about? The two of us divorced ages ago, and you're even going to be a

tautly, and he replied

hand. “All right, I don't care whatever it is you meant. You've

intently. In the next second, he backed down and begged, “Don't go

even contacted the school where I'm going to study.

hands balled into fists, the

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