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.”

be

before quickly alighting the vehicle and walking over to her side. Then, he proceeded to carry her

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

in his embrace like

when Amelia behaved herself and listened to him. But if she were to head to Saspiuburg, that would be no different from her

getting down on one knee in

eyes, her heart racing and her cheeks

red? Did I scare you by

Oscar’s chest a light shove, confusing

just not used

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

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

nice to you because it’s your birthday today. I didn’t

to her, and pulled her into an embrace.

Oscar was behaving this way. Is it because he can’t bear to part with me,

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

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

Amelia sighed internally.

tired now, Mr. Clinton.

ear in a deep, alluring tone, “Promise me

Amelia nearly agreed to

back to reality. She grabbed Oscar’s face and

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

enough to ignite a 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

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

deep 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, he wouldn’t have been able to

never felt the same urges when it came to the latter woman. The only explanation he could give himself was

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 about

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

to you tonight. You can do whatever you want with me, but you won’t get another chance like this

gaze darkened. He looked like he

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

with all the rambling, Mr. Clinton? You’re being so indecisive.

with fire, woman. You

merely chuckled. 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

look in Oscar’s eyes changed as

hands began to unbutton Amelia’s outfit, thus revealing her flawless body. Then, his eyes

I pretty, Mr. Clinton?” asked

back to reality and put Amelia’s clothes back

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