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.”

fine. I’ll be

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

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

in his embrace like an obedient little

But if she were to head to Saspiuburg, that would be no different from her leaving the palm of

on the couch before getting down on one knee in front of her to meet her

her heart

I scare

gave Oscar’s chest a light shove, confusing

I’m just not used to

to

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 and

nice to you because it’s your birthday today. I

pulled

she couldn’t understand why Oscar was behaving this way. Is it because he can’t bear to part with me, or does he just want to keep me caged up next to him

won’t you let me go to Saspiuburg? Is it because you can’t stand

Just promise me you won’t go to Saspiuburg,”

Amelia sighed internally.

pretty tired now, Mr. Clinton. Let’s talk

into her ear in a deep, alluring tone, “Promise me you

Amelia nearly agreed to

reasoning pulled her back to reality. She

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

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

remarked hoarsely, “You must have been a vamp in your past life.

Mr. Clinton?” Amelia glanced at him suggestively

smile and she can charm any man she wants. If it weren’t

Oscar never 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

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

make sure you can’t

belongs to you tonight. You can do whatever you want with me, but you won’t get

gaze darkened. He looked like

onto Amelia’s waist with his right hand. “Listen to me and don’t go to Saspiuburg, and I’ll give

around his neck and remarked seductively, “What’s with all the rambling, Mr. Clinton? You’re being so indecisive. Or could it be

playing with fire, woman. You wouldn’t be able to

a vixen at night. There was something so dangerous about her beauty that one couldn’t keep their eyes off her, and those who weren’t good enough for her

eyes changed as he

revealing her flawless body. Then, his eyes instantly fell

pretty, Mr. Clinton?” asked

reality and put Amelia’s clothes back on

incapable, are you?” Amelia blurted

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