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.

scheming woman who's cruel beyond words. Conversely, Isabella treats you incredibly well. Shouldn't you

shake off the feeling that the reality

you been bewitched?” Molly fretted with her

urged anxiously, “Kick her out, Oscar. Amelia sent her here to drive a wedge in our relationship. Let's not have her serve us. It was

of her agitated expression, Oscar could only wave a hand

was just the help. Thus, she left after placing

gone downstairs, she

back to the Clinton residence to help out

all, Mrs. Clinton? What

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

woman. Are you not planning to bother about him anymore that you're going

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, Molly. All right, I'll be

sigh

for a few days, yet everything

no choice but to return

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

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 she didn't care, but a

really shameless! It's your house, but she's openly claiming it for herself.

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

but he's also going to be a father soon. Why should I tell him about

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

in her eyes, Tiffany remarked, “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

gave her a

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

Derrick suddenly appeared at Tiffany's house two days before their departure and asked directly, “You're going abroad,

her past bluntness and feistiness. “How did you

true. Why are you going abroad out of the blue? Will you be coming back in the future? And did you ever consider me before deciding to go abroad?” Derrick demanded,

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

had Derrick stumbling back time

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

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

marriage, she could still lead a pretty good

end, her love for

seat first. You look as though you haven't eaten in days,” she

Derrick's eyes

still care about me, don't you, Tiff?” he

upon which he immediately sat down

with Tony, she was greeted by the sight of Derrick eating heartily on the

saw that he was so thin that he resembled the refugees from Alendor, so I kindly cooked him something. Don't

look that seemingly said Tiffany was the

The little boy trotted

elegance in front of

remaining food and urged, “Go on and eat

fork and started stuffing his face again. Only when he

Tiffany inquired

“Yes.”

put the dishes away, saying, “You guys talk first.”

ramrod straight, Derrick pinned his eyes on Amelia. After a moment's

commented with a chuckle, “You're quite

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

I don't think you've got the right to comfort her.” A smile remained on Amelia's face, but the words out of

expression darkened

two. I hope you won't appear before her anymore. That's best for both of you. I don't want her

a flash of pain flittered

like a madman and sent someone to stalk Tiffany in addition to investigating her and her friends. He himself felt that he had

self, pity welled within Amelia. But at the thought that he already had a child, she had no choice but to harden her heart when continued interaction between him and

and Ms. Halliwell. Ultimately, the child is innocent. Tiff will

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

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

out with some fruits, she perceptively sensed

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

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

even going to be a father soon. Why, do

tautly, and he replied solemnly,

whatever it is you meant. You've already eaten, so

the next second, he backed

contacted the school where I'm

a shade. His hands balled into

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