Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 862 Mimicking Amelia

Perhaps it was due to the alcohol and the fact that the two had a common topic—Amelia and Tiffany—they were able to converse smoothly for once.

As Derrick took another sip of his wine, he said, “Mr. Clinton, how much of what happened between me and Tiff do you remember? What kind of person do you remember Amelia as?”

Of course, Derrick was not all that interested in someone else's relationship. He was planning to help amend the relationship between Amelia and Oscar so that Oscar would be able to put in a few good words for him. Moreover, Amelia was not one to sit on her hands. Once Derrick dealt with the obstacle that was Amelia, he reckoned it would not be impossible for him to reunite with Tiffany.

After all, Tiffany would heed some of Amelia's words.

Oscar took a big sip of his wine as he lowered his gaze in silence. After a beat, he finally told Derrick his answer.

“Mr. Clinton, you're kidding with me, right? Amelia's family is just an ordinary family, and they're living in the family house. In fact, they rarely interact with the Clintons. If you don't believe me, you can check it out. I really don't know what Ms. Walker has done to change your memory, but I'm impressed. You really have to be careful of her.”

Oscar turned to look at Derrick suspiciously.

Derrick shrugged and uttered honestly, “That's what it is, Mr. Clinton. You can always check it out if you don't trust me. No one will tell you that you love Ms. Walker. In fact, just a month ago, you were still a man who was terrified of seeing Amelia upset. Yet, in such a short period of time, I'm hearing news about issues with your marriage with Amelia. Even if no one else is surprised about it, I am. It's true that Ms. Walker has courted you for many years, but everyone could see how much you despised her. That's the answer everyone in the company would give you.”

Oscar tilted his head back to drink another mouthful of his drink. “I'll look into this matter. If you're lying to me and have accused Isabella, I'll make sure you'll have a hard time living here.”

Derrick shrugged, unfazed. “Do whatever you like. In any case, Tiff's gone, and it's not as if I'm living a fantastic life. Maybe getting taught a lesson by you would be a good change for me. Still, Mr. Clinton, for you to come to me about this means that Isabella isn't too important to you. Otherwise, you wouldn't have looked into this at all. Dare I say that Amelia's still in your heart?”

Something flashed past Oscar's eyes at that, and a voice in his mind said, Is that the case?

Oscar wanted to deny it, but he did not know how to anymore.

Panic crept into his veins, and he hastily rose to his feet. “I'll be going now.”

Derrick stared at his retreating figure in silence. Just as Oscar was about to reach the doorway, Derrick uttered, “Mr. Clinton, let me give you a small piece of advice. Don't let go of Amelia again. She has left you once previously, and this is the second time now. A third time would be too much. Do hold on to her tightly.”

Oscar halted in his tracks, but he soon opened the door and left.

Derrick curled his lips, but the smile on his face faded away in no time. A look of bitterness then crept into his eyes.

After lifting his head to drink another glass of wine, he mumbled under his breath, “Tiff, will you really come back?”

Derrick continued drinking away gloomily until he collapsed on the couch, drunk.

Meanwhile, after leaving, Oscar sent his men to look into Amelia's family situation. As it turned out, it was just like what Derrick had told him, and it was vastly different from what he remembered. At that, Oscar began speculating that only his memory about Amelia was faulty while his memories of others were not.

He narrowed his eyes as several thoughts danced across his mind.

Then, he stood up and went to his office. Upon arriving in his office, he called and asked his secretary, Linda, to come in.

“Mr. Clinton,” Linda greeted when she reached the center of the room.

“Linda, you have been working for me for a while now. Be frank with me, am I good to Mrs. Clinton?” he asked. The employees in the company did not know about his divorce from Amelia yet.

Linda lifted her head to glance at him. She then started hesitantly, “Mr. Clinton, didn't you get a divorce from Mrs. Clinton?”

expression darkened, and his voice took on a menacing tone. “Who has been spreading rumors in

that she'll be Mrs. Clinton soon and told us to get lost as soon

Isabella were to become Oscar's wife, she would be the first to go, and she truly did not wish

asked, starting

for you, but you weren't around, so she said that to us.” Linda then took a deep breath and asked

at her and asked, “Am I nice to

knows how nice you are to Mrs. Clinton. Your two-year search for Mrs. Clinton after your first divorce had been a relentless one, and everyone knows about it. In fact, it's almost like a legend in the office. Everyone

Oscar asked,

Oscar a confused look and queried, “Did you

hands dismissively

I've never seen anyone being as nice to Mrs. Clinton as you. Every time Mrs. Clinton comes with packed lunch, you'd put aside your work to eat with her. Then, you'd walk her downstairs before coming back up to work. Sometimes, you'd even sweetly ask for a kiss before sending her into the elevator. The others in the secretary's room always talk about how they have to find someone as loving as you. Of course, we'd never thought about actually pursuing you, Mr. Clinton. We'd be murdered several times over

his gaze, falling deep

“You may leave now.”

glance at Oscar. “Mr. Clinton, you haven't gotten a

his document, Oscar said indifferently, “No one's allowed to say anything about this unless they've heard it from me. Go out and tell them that I'll terminate anyone who continues to talk about me getting

sigh of relief and said, “I got

were as delighted as Linda about the news, and they returned

abuses her power around us to lord us around. If Isabella ends up being Mrs. Clinton,

me in!” the others

evident that Isabella was not popular in the company as everyone hated

out his phone to look at the intimate photo of him and Amelia. As he brushed his finger across Amelia's face, he muttered, “Who are you, Amelia Winters?

He could not figure out whether the people around him were deceiving him or if

of the ringtone

saw that

his phone back down, for he did not wish

off his phone. Yet, a thought flashed past

you doing? Why took you so long to

his tone was gentle as he said, “I just came back to the office, and I'm about to go to a meeting. What's the matter? Are you bored? Why don't you invite a

thinking of coming back to Clinton Corporations to work. I used to work there, anyway. I don't wish for anything; I just want to be with you all the time.

Isabella, it would only be natural to say yes to her. Yet, somehow, he did not quite like the idea of

work in the company, Oscar? Do you not want

to rub his temple. “Isabella, you weren't like this before. I told you before that I don't like women who jump

he remembered had been considerate and easygoing. She would have never intervened in his work. Could this be because of

for she quickly put a pause on the topic. “Oscar, I'm on my way to the office

phone.

“Professor Zabinski, why is he still acting hot and cold toward me after you have hypnotized him so many times? I didn't invest so much money in you just

doesn't believe you now, so appear in his line of sight more often. Learn how that Winters woman treats him. Let him see a match between the current you and the you in

Isabella, and she ended the

nemesis! No, this won't do. It took me so much to win over Oscar's heart. I'm not going to give

determined look surfaced

cart full of groceries. She was

do is mimic Amelia, right? I can