Too Much to Bear My Love

“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 okay soon

of Amelia before quickly alighting the vehicle and walking over to her side. Then, he proceeded to carry her like a princess, which made her astonished and embarrassed. “Put me down, Mr.

There aren’t many people in the

herself in his embrace like

when Amelia behaved herself and listened to him. But if she were to head to Saspiuburg,

entering the house, Oscar placed Amelia on the couch before getting down on one knee in front of her to meet her gaze. “Do you still feel

his eyes, her

is your face red? Did I scare you by driving

chest a light shove, confusing

just not used

face, pretending to be furious. “You don’t like me being

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 and you’re back to being

to sound smart. I was just being nice to you because it’s your

sat next to her, and pulled her into an embrace. “Don’t go to

this way. Is it because he can’t bear to part with me, or does he just want to keep me caged

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

Just promise me you won’t go to

Amelia sighed internally.

pretty tired now, Mr. Clinton. Let’s

a deep, alluring tone, “Promise me you won’t go to Saspiuburg,

enchanting voice, Amelia nearly agreed to

her back to reality. She grabbed Oscar’s face and leaned over

said, “It’s getting

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

a vamp in

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

instinctively took another deep breath. This woman IS a seductress. Just one smile and she can charm any man she

constantly saying that he loved Cassie, 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 he didn’t wish to sully her

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

make sure you can’t leave

out her chest. “Well, Mr. Clinton, you celebrated my birthday today, so everything about me belongs to you tonight. You can do whatever you want with me, but you won’t get another

He looked like

waist with his right hand. “Listen to me and don’t

with all the rambling, Mr. Clinton? You’re being so indecisive. Or could it be that

with fire, woman. You wouldn’t be able

She was like 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 could only

Oscar’s eyes changed as he

her flawless body. Then,

pretty, Mr. Clinton?”

clothes back on for her

incapable, are