Too Much to Bear My Love

Amelia, I’m back. Oscar’s mine now. As long as you leave him, I’ll pay you twenty million in compensation.

Amelia smirked upon reading the message on her phone. Apparently, the message was sent by the woman Oscar loved the most. And she who had left four years ago had given Amelia the “honor” of becoming her substitute.

Amelia walked into the bedroom with the phone and gazed at the tall man standing in front of the window longingly. Standing fixedly for a while, she then strode over briskly and the pining look in her eyes faded. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she whispered, “Mr. Clinton, Ms. Yard has sent me another message. Should I call her and explain our relationship?”

“There’s no need for that,” replied Oscar in an aloof manner. “I’ve already instructed the lawyer to draft the divorce contract. All you’ve got to do is to sign it.”

Feigning sadness, Amelia lamented, “That’s such a pity. I was planning to make things difficult for her. Well, congratulations, Mr. Clinton, for winning your love back.”

Even without glancing at her expression, Oscar could still tell the light-heartedness from her voice.

If this woman is capable of feeling sad, it’ll be a miracle.

Amelia withdrew her hands and was about to leave when the man grabbed her and tugged her toward him, causing her to bump against his broad chest.

Leaning obediently in his arms, she raised her chin and responded to his passionate kisses.

Panting slightly after the long kiss, she rested against him and said sweetly, “Ms. Yard, the woman whom you’ve always loved, is finally back. Aren’t you afraid that she’ll be jealous if we do this?”

“You’re still Mrs. Clinton.” In other words, as long as they were not divorced, Amelia still had to fulfill her obligations as his wife.

raised her chin before

to be honest, he actually liked Amelia. Other than her uncanny resemblance to the woman

visual creatures. Unless they genuinely love a woman, they would only like a woman’s looks. Compared to

I’m all sweaty. Let me take

an ambiguous look and suggested, “Why don’t we

into the bathroom. She poked her head out and said, “Mr. Clinton, I prefer bathing alone.” With that, she closed the door

Oscar’s eyes changed. He liked it when she played hard to get. It was as if she was a natural

of a minor misunderstanding and had abandoned their wedding. Hence, he had found a woman similar to her as her substitute. Although he got married as expected, everyone was flabbergasted by the fact that his bride was not

felt guilty toward Oscar, but out of his undying love for Cassie, Oscar did not take revenge

said had shot up to riches, was

so tired that she could barely move her fingers. She slept until seven

she changed into a newly

a quick kiss on his cheek. Grinning, she asked, “Mr. Clinton, why didn’t

bear to wake you up when I saw you sleeping so soundly,” replied Oscar as he munched on the food on

cheek again before calling out

need to sleep for a little longer, so he told me to keep the food first.

saw that those dishes were her favorite, she praised sweetly, “Molly, you’re the best. You’ve prepared all of my

Mrs. Clinton. You looked skinnier after you came back from your trip. Now that you’ve returned, I shall prepare delicious