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 okay

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

aren’t many people in the neighborhood now,” he replied with

in his embrace like an

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

on one knee in front of her to meet her gaze. “Do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere

eyes, her heart racing and her

red? Did I scare you by

a light shove, confusing the

I’m just not used

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

of the blue, and I’m worried that

you because it’s your birthday today. I didn’t think I’d

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

array of emotions swept through Amelia and she couldn’t understand why Oscar was behaving this way. Is it because he can’t bear to part

it because you can’t stand not being able to see me?” Amelia

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

Amelia sighed internally.

now, Mr. Clinton.

Oscar held onto her and murmured into her ear in a deep,

his enchanting voice, Amelia nearly agreed to

her last bit of reasoning pulled her back to reality. She grabbed

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

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

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 of everything

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

and she can charm any man she wants. If it weren’t for his self-control,

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

the man failed 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

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

today, so everything about me belongs to you tonight. You can do whatever you want with me, but you won’t get another chance

like he could

hand. “Listen to me and

all the rambling, Mr. Clinton?

You wouldn’t

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

in Oscar’s eyes

revealing her flawless body. Then, his eyes

pretty, Mr. Clinton?” asked

put Amelia’s clothes

Clinton, you’re not actually incapable, are you?”

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