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

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. Clinton. I can walk

middle of the night. There aren’t many people

embrace like an

head to Saspiuburg, that would be no different from her leaving the palm

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

looked into his eyes, her heart racing and

your face red? Did I scare

gave Oscar’s chest a light shove, confusing

Mr. Clinton. I’m just not

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

me. I just find your kindness a little too out of the blue, and I’m worried that

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

next to her, and pulled her into an embrace.

Oscar was behaving this way. Is it because he can’t

won’t you let me go to Saspiuburg? Is it because you can’t stand not being able to see me?” Amelia

get ahead of yourself. Just promise me you won’t go to Saspiuburg,” Oscar replied, avoiding

Amelia sighed internally.

now, Mr. Clinton.

in a deep, alluring tone, “Promise me you won’t

voice, Amelia nearly agreed to his

last bit of reasoning pulled her back to reality. She grabbed Oscar’s face

“It’s getting late, Mr. Clinton. Let’s

was enough to ignite a fire within Oscar, and it was only after taking

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

that a compliment toward my body, Mr. Clinton?”

breath. This woman IS a seductress. Just one smile and she can charm any man she wants. If it weren’t for his self-control,

urges when it came to the latter woman. The only explanation he could

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

or I’ll make sure you can’t leave the bed tonight,” Oscar

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

gaze darkened. He looked like he

with his right hand. “Listen to me

remarked seductively, “What’s with all the rambling, Mr. Clinton? You’re being so indecisive. Or could it be that you’re… incapable

woman. You wouldn’t be able

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

eyes changed as

flawless body. Then, his

I pretty, Mr. Clinton?”

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

not actually incapable,