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.

treats you incredibly well. Shouldn't you like her more?” he mused in

that the reality was too different from his

Clinton? Have you been bewitched?” Molly fretted

“Kick her out, Oscar. 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 relationship

could only wave a hand

but at the end of the day, she was just the help. Thus, she left after placing the

downstairs,

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

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

I'm planning to go abroad with Tony. Help

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

me anymore. Staying here will only make me loathsome.” Sighing softly, Amelia entreated, “Please take good care of Oscar

heaved a sigh after hanging up the

went home for a few days, yet everything

her head, but she had no choice but to

Tiffany inquired as she came over with a cup of

so she phoned me. I explained the situation to her to save her from being in the dark,” Amelia

house, but she's openly claiming it for herself. Never had

matter how much you kick up a fuss, things can never go back to how it was in the

“Not only does he have another woman in his arms now, but he's also going to be a father soon. Why should I tell

mind, then. Indeed, there's nothing

clothes you and Tony

her

tickets. Then, she came back to inform her that she had settled everything. It was a flight five days later. In her words, it was

Tiffany's house two days before

hips, Tiffany reverted to her past bluntness and feistiness. “How did you know that? I didn't

you be coming back in the future? And did you ever consider me before deciding to go abroad?” Derrick demanded, panting

back, “Don't 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 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

words had Derrick stumbling back time and again, pathetic

“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

only feeling was that he had lost a lot of weight. His cheeks were deeply sunken, and he was unshaven. His past handsome self was all but gone, and he resembled a nobleman who

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

love for him still superseded her

You look as though you haven't eaten

once, Derrick's

me, don't you, Tiff?”

look, upon which he immediately sat down on

back with Tony, she was greeted by the

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

response, Amelia threw her a look that

The little boy trotted over

here, Amelia?” Derrick ate another bite of food before snagging a tissue and wiping his mouth, reverting to his usual elegance in front of others. If one were to ignore the stubble

pointed at the remaining food and urged, “Go on and eat

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

full?” Tiffany inquired

“Yes.”

put the dishes away, saying, “You guys talk first.” Then, she went into the

After a moment's

commented with a chuckle, “You're

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

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

being harsh with 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 that you understand that better than anyone else.” Amelia leaned forward a fraction,

Derrick's countenance, and a flash

her too deeply, he acted like a madman and sent someone to stalk Tiffany in addition to investigating her and her friends.

already had a child, she had no choice but to harden her heart when continued interaction between him and Tiffany

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

allow her to be with another man. Amelia, I admire you greatly but don't blame me

terrifying gaze. Nonetheless, her expression

she perceptively sensed that the atmosphere

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

here so often and

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 father soon.

tautly, and he replied solemnly, “That's not what

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

next second, he backed down and begged, “Don't go abroad, Tiff.

the school where

His hands balled into fists, the veins on