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

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.

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

herself in his embrace like an

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

couch before getting down on one knee in front of her to

into his eyes, her heart

I scare

gave Oscar’s chest a light shove, confusing the

just not used to seeing you

serious face, pretending to be

kindness a little too out of the blue, and I’m worried that all of this would turn out to be nothing

nice to you because it’s your birthday today.

and pulled

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

Is it because you can’t stand not

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

Amelia sighed internally.

Mr. Clinton.

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

voice, Amelia nearly agreed to

to reality. She grabbed

she said, “It’s

a fire within Oscar, and it was only after

vamp in your past life. You’re such a seductress that you could bleed me of everything

body, Mr. Clinton?” Amelia glanced at him suggestively

one smile and she can charm any man she wants. If it weren’t for his

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

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 about

sure you can’t

“Well, Mr. Clinton, you celebrated my birthday today, so everything about me belongs to you tonight. You

gaze darkened. He looked like

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

“What’s with all the rambling, Mr. Clinton? You’re being

woman. You wouldn’t be able

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

eyes changed

flawless body.

pretty, Mr. Clinton?” asked

Amelia’s clothes back on for

incapable, are you?”

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