Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 52

“I believe the allowance I give you is more than what you earn from your job,” remarked Oscar.

Amelia nodded.

Oscar took a deep breath in an attempt to suppress his annoyance. “Quit your job, and I’ll give you thirty grand per month. I’ll buy you whatever you want too. How about that?”

Amelia cast him an odd look. “I thought we’ve reached a consensus regarding work, Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar turned the wheel and stopped the car upon reaching a traffic light.

“You’re allowed to work, but I didn’t say we could live separately just because of your job. I’m your patron, so I have the right to order you to remain by my side.”

“And what if I insist on going to Saspiuburg, Mr. Clinton?”

“I’ll divorce you right away.”

Amelia pursed her lips while glaring at him. After a long while, she spoke up with much difficulty. “Do you really mean it, Mr. Clinton?”

Oscar nodded.

Amelia smiled bitterly as she thought back to the romantic moments they had earlier, which now seemed like nothing but an illusion.

“Well, if you want to divorce me, so be it,” Amelia responded coldly.

Oscar stared at her in disbelief, but the woman kept her eyes on the traffic light that had turned green. “The light’s green now, Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar breathed deeply, suppressing all the rage within him.

Then, he floored the gas, and the car sped ahead. With that, their hour-long journey became reduced to one that took only twenty minutes. Oscar entered the neighborhood, parked the vehicle, and turned to Amelia, only to realize how pale the woman looked. All the anger within him dissipated in an instant. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he asked anxiously. “I’ll take you to the hospital right away.”

Amelia heaved a sigh and responded weakly, “I’m fine, Mr. Clinton. It’s just that you drove too fast, so I’m feeling a little dizzy. I’ll be fine soon.”

Feeling rather sorry, Oscar helped the woman unbuckle her seatbelt and wiped away the sweat on her forehead. Despite saying that she was like a toy to him, the man had a soft spot for her whenever she felt unwell.

Even so, his excuse was that she was his toy; no one aside from him was allowed to pick on her.

“Are you feeling better?” Oscar asked as he saw the color on her face return gradually.

Amelia glanced at him before attempting to exit the car on her own, only to be stopped.

“Is something the matter, Mr. Clinton?” she asked frostily.

“Are you mad?”

Amelia shook her head. “No. I’m just feeling a little sick.”

“Is it serious? I can take you to the hospital.”

I’ll be

over to her side. Then, he proceeded to carry her like a princess, which made her astonished and

night. There aren’t many people in the neighborhood now,” he replied with a rare hint of

buried herself in his embrace like an

Amelia behaved herself and listened to him. But if she were to head to Saspiuburg, that would be no different from her leaving the palm of his hand.

the couch before getting down on one knee in

eyes, her heart racing

red? Did I scare you by driving too

gave Oscar’s chest a

I’m just not used to seeing

put on a serious face, pretending to

shook her head. “That’s not it. We’re husband and wife, so of course, I’d want you to be nice to me. I just find your kindness a little too out of the blue, and I’m worried that all of this would turn out to be nothing but a dream. What if I wake up

to sound smart. I was just being nice to you because it’s your birthday today. I didn’t think

to her, and pulled her into

because he can’t bear to part with me, or

go to Saspiuburg? Is it because you can’t stand not being

me you won’t

Amelia sighed internally.

tired now, Mr. Clinton. Let’s talk about this

and murmured into her ear in a deep,

his enchanting voice, Amelia nearly agreed to

pulled her back to reality. She grabbed Oscar’s

enticingly, she said, “It’s getting late, Mr. Clinton. Let’s go

to ignite a fire within Oscar, and it was only after taking a deep breath that he

and remarked hoarsely, “You must have been a vamp in your past life. You’re such a seductress that

a compliment toward my body, Mr. Clinton?” Amelia glanced

smile and she can charm any man she

felt the same urges when it came to the latter woman. The only explanation he could give himself was that Cassie was too pure and that he didn’t wish to

to consider this: if he truly loved Cassie, why didn’t he ever feel such passion toward her the way he did toward Amelia? Instead, he had continued to behave like a gentleman even during their most intense honeymoon phase. Truth be told, Oscar was never a gentleman; he was a devil who couldn’t care less about

your words, or I’ll make sure you can’t

to you tonight. You

darkened. He looked like

to me and don’t go to Saspiuburg, and I’ll give you what you want

with all the rambling, Mr. Clinton? You’re being so indecisive.

You wouldn’t be able to

was like a vixen at night. There was something so dangerous about her beauty that one couldn’t keep their eyes off

eyes changed as he

thus revealing her flawless

pretty, Mr.

quickly snapped back to reality and put Amelia’s clothes back on for her under

incapable, are

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