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.

is a scheming woman who's cruel beyond words. Conversely, Isabella treats you incredibly well.

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

are you saying, Mr. Clinton? Have you been bewitched?” Molly fretted with her eyes trained on

sent her here to drive a wedge

Oscar could

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

gone downstairs,

situation to her before advising her to go back to the Clinton residence to help out first and avoid going to the condominium

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

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

only make me loathsome.” Sighing softly, Amelia entreated, “Please take good care of Oscar while I'm away, Molly. All right,

sigh after

home for a few days, yet

she had no choice but to return

inquired as she came

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

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

kick up a fuss, things can never go back to how it was in the past. Take it easy.

arms now, but he's also going to be a father soon. Why should

Indeed, there's nothing much to be said,”

you and Tony bought into the luggage. Which date do you prefer? I

gave her

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

Tiffany's house two days before their departure and asked directly, “You're

to her past bluntness and feistiness. “How did

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

chest with a finger, she swiftly fired 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,

stumbling back

was about to hit the wall, he shot his hand out and 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. I don't want a child

a good look at the man. Her only feeling was that he had lost a lot of weight. His cheeks were deeply sunken, and he was unshaven. His past handsome self

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 felt that a stiff gust of wind would be able to knock

for

though you haven't eaten in

once, Derrick's eyes lit

me, don't you, Tiff?” he

he immediately sat

came 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

that seemingly said Tiffany was the

at Tony. The little boy trotted over to her

ate another bite of food before snagging a tissue and wiping his mouth, reverting to his usual elegance in front of

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

picked up his fork and started stuffing his

Tiffany inquired

“Yes.”

dishes away, saying, “You guys talk first.” Then, she

there ramrod straight, Derrick pinned his eyes on Amelia. After a

arched a brow and commented with a

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 hurt,” Derrick

you and Tiff 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

darkened a

before her anymore. That's best for both of you. I don't want her to get hurt for

a flash

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

the thought that he already had a child, she had no choice but to harden

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

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

terrifying gaze. Nonetheless, her expression turned

she perceptively

placed the fruits on the coffee table and queried, “What's

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

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 comes in

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

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

continued staring at her intently. In the next second, he backed down and begged,

contacted the school where I'm going to study. What do you

face paled a shade. His hands balled into fists, the

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