It would be a lie if Amelia said she wasn’t moved. They weren’t biological sisters, but their close relationship was one even money couldn’t replace.

After having their brunch, Amelia stayed at Tiffany’s until the sun had set before returning to the condo she shared with Oscar in the city.

She assumed Oscar was still out entertaining his clients, yet the lights were on when she pushed open the door. Oscar was sitting on the couch with an ankle over his knee, swirling the wine glass in his hand refinedly. All she received was a faint, indifferent look when she entered.

Amelia reacted quickly, putting on the smile she frequently used to deal with the man in front of her. “Mr. Clinton, didn’t you say you have a business dinner tonight?” She bent to switch her footwear into her home slippers.

“Where were you? Why are you back so late?” Oscar questioned.

Amelia headed toward him, plopping down right on his lap. With her arms around his neck, she deliberately sniffed him and grinned. “You’re back early. Did you miss me?”

the table, darting a profound gaze at

reflected in her eyes. “You’re so generous. The allowance you give me is more than sufficient to pay for my shopping for an

stroked her chin with his thumb. “I’ll never let you go hungry

embrace, sniffing him like a puppy. “Did you

wandering hands,

Why didn’t you take the opportunity to abduct one of

to be in the

you were to take me to a banquet, I reckon I’ll turn into

you need to do is

eyes darkened in an instant. That man would never acknowledge that she was his wife. Each time he was to attend a social event, the female companion by

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