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

proceeded to carry her like a princess, which made her astonished and embarrassed. “Put me down, Mr. Clinton. I can walk on my

many people in the

buried herself in his embrace

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

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

her

face red? Did I scare you by driving too

a light shove, confusing the

not used to seeing you

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

a little too out of the blue, and I’m worried that all

you because it’s your

he got up, sat next to her, and pulled her into an embrace. “Don’t

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

because you

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

Amelia sighed internally.

Mr. Clinton. Let’s talk about this

a deep,

voice, Amelia

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

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

ignite a fire within Oscar, and it was only after taking a deep breath that he managed

her rear end and remarked hoarsely, “You must have been a vamp in your past life. You’re such a

my body, Mr. Clinton?” Amelia glanced at

and she can charm any man she wants. If it weren’t for his self-control, he wouldn’t have been able

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 before they

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

you can’t leave

to you tonight. You can

gaze darkened. He looked like he could eat Amelia

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

arms around his neck and remarked seductively, “What’s with all the

with fire, woman. You wouldn’t be able

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 good enough for her could only look down

in Oscar’s eyes changed as he

to unbutton Amelia’s outfit, thus revealing her flawless body.

I pretty, Mr. Clinton?” asked

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

you’re not actually incapable, are

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