Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 53

“Don’t ask for a mile just because you get an inch, Amelia, or you’ll end up with nothing when I divorce you.”

Amelia gazed at him calmly. “You said so yourself that we’re divorcing soon, Mr. Clinton. If I were to work at the Clinton Corporations, do I have to stay and watch everyone point fingers at me after the divorce, or would I have to get the hell out of the company?”

“You can stay if you want.”

“You’re saying you want everyone at work to put me down?”

“Work and personal affairs are two separate matters; this is a rule that Clinton Corporations addresses strictly. Everyone who works there knows what not to say, so you don’t have to worry.”

“You’re the president, Mr. Clinton, so it’s a given that no one will say nasty things about you. But I’m not like you. I’d be nothing if I weren’t Mrs. Clinton! I might not even last five days if people were to start gossiping about me.”

“It’s not like you’re a modest woman in the first place.”

Amelia clammed up.

After a long while, she spoke up. “I may be brazen and shameless, Mr. Clinton, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy being made a circus of.”

Oscar rose to his feet. “If you insist on going to Saspiuburg, sure, but we’ll sign the divorce papers before you leave. I don’t like to raise a pet that doesn’t obey my commands.”

Amelia’s expression changed before she wrapped herself around Oscar’s neck. “But Mr. Clinton, can you really bear to leave me?”

Oscar’s gaze darkened for a brief moment. Then, he gently squeezed the woman’s waist with his right arm. “As long as you obey me, you’ll still be Mrs. Clinton.”

“But I’ll only be in Saspiuburg for a few months,” Amelia said coquettishly. “I’ll be back right after my training, so can we not get divorced yet?”

“Well, who’s the one who wanted to get a divorce while we were on the road?”

“Hmm? Who was it? There’s no way any woman would ever let go of a big fish like you, Mr. Clinton. You’re just too amazing.”

“Big fish?”

“You’re rich and handsome, and you come from such a good family. A man like you is a rare gem! I’d never let go of you so easily, Mr. Clinton. You know how much I love money,” Amelia explained enthusiastically.

Oscar kept his hand on her waist. “If you’re so afraid of someone else snatching me away, why would you still choose to go to Saspiuburg?”

“That’s because I’ve been asked to by my company. Besides, now that your true love has returned, I’d rather not stay here.”

Oscar gave her nose a light pinch. “Go to bed. I’ll think about this whole Saspiuburg issue.”

With that, Oscar let go of Amelia and headed straight upstairs.

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every other woman. But today, he had celebrated her birthday with her and even

too, only to realize that the door had been locked as she attempted to enter the bedroom.

Mr. Clinton!” she called out while banging

door remained locked despite

the tightly shut door in distress. Aren’t women usually the ones who would behave this way? I can’t believe he locked me

so Amelia didn’t have to worry about not having any pillows and blankets.

found Oscar standing outside

“Come back and sleep.”

Mr. Clinton?” Amelia asked with a smile that didn’t reach her

hear you knocking. I was taking a

not to expose his childish

to the master bedroom, Amelia crawled into bed and waited for

tantrum, Mr. Clinton?” the woman

did no such thing.” Oscar held onto her, and

“Let’s sleep.”

the woman quickly fell into a

on his chin. But just as she was about to move away, the woman felt her body being raised as Oscar engulfed

to French kiss her. After separating, Amelia panted slightly while grinning

lightly. “Don’t you have to go to work? Hurry up and

Yard for the past two days, Mr. Clinton?” Amelia asked as she walked into the bathroom with Oscar following

to Erihal with her team yesterday afternoon,”

while holding her toothbrush. “So your woman’s gone. That explains

her. “Are you

ever be, Mr. Clinton? You’re too mighty of

a sly fox that can talk your way into getting anything you want sometimes, but other

that a compliment, Mr.

“As long as you keep being a good girl,

the day, he just thinks of me as his plaything,

rinsing her mouth, Amelia gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You should wash up, Mr. Clinton. I’ll be heading down for breakfast now. I won’t wait up if you’re late, because unlike you, I’m

for me. I’ll

glanced at him before nodding and heading

eating the breakfast Molly had prepared, the two headed down to the basement for the car, and Oscar

planted a kiss on the woman’s forehead. “I’ll come to pick you up for lunch

glance.

to treat

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