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

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

through her. “It’s the middle of the night. There aren’t many people in the neighborhood now,” he replied with a rare

his embrace like an

into a smile. As expected, he preferred it when 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 thought of this made him feel powerless

the couch before getting down on one knee in front of her to meet her gaze. “Do you still feel uncomfortable

eyes, her heart racing and her

face red? Did I scare

gave Oscar’s chest a light shove, confusing the

Clinton. I’m just not used to seeing you this

pretending to be furious. “You don’t like

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

you because it’s your birthday today. I didn’t think I’d end up frightening you instead,” Oscar

he got up, sat next to her, and pulled her into an embrace.

and 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 like an

Is it because you can’t stand not being able to

me you won’t go to Saspiuburg,”

Amelia sighed internally.

now, Mr. Clinton. Let’s talk

murmured into her ear in a deep, alluring tone, “Promise me you won’t go to Saspiuburg,

voice, Amelia

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

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

a fire within Oscar, and it was only after taking

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

toward my body, Mr.

smile and she can charm any man she

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

sure you can’t leave the

you celebrated my birthday today, so everything about me belongs to you tonight. You can do whatever you want

darkened. He looked like he could

his right hand. “Listen to me and don’t go to Saspiuburg, and I’ll give you what you want right

remarked seductively, “What’s with all the rambling, Mr. Clinton?

fire, woman. You wouldn’t be able to handle

dangerous about her beauty that one couldn’t keep their eyes off her, and those who weren’t good enough for her could only look down

look in Oscar’s eyes changed as

her flawless body. Then, his eyes instantly

pretty, Mr.

clothes back on for her

actually incapable, are