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.

gazed at his back as her mind fell into a mess. She had

crack. Apart from giving all the little kindness that he had to Cassie, the man was always cold to every other woman. But today, he had celebrated her birthday with her and even prepared her a gift. Although Amelia received such gifts every year, this time, Oscar had specifically ordered someone to make the necklace and had their initials carved on it. Wasn’t this a token of his

that the door had been locked as she attempted to enter the bedroom. Seriously, how childish could he

Clinton!” she called out

remained locked despite her

stared at the tightly shut door in distress. Aren’t women usually the ones who would behave this way? I can’t believe he locked me out! Did I do something

choice but to use the guest room. Fortunately, Tiffany often slept in there, so Amelia didn’t have to worry about not having any pillows and blankets. Then, she brought the pajamas

and found Oscar standing

“Come back and sleep.”

me out, Mr. Clinton?” Amelia asked with a

hear you knocking. I was taking

merely smiled and chose not to expose

into bed and waited for Oscar to join her.

a tantrum, Mr. Clinton?”

Oscar held onto her, and

“Let’s sleep.”

arms, the woman

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

kiss her. After separating, Amelia panted slightly while grinning at him. “You’re awake,

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

days, Mr. Clinton?”

her

your woman’s gone. That explains why

glanced at her. “Are

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

want

a

her from behind. “As long as you keep being a good girl, I’ll

he

cheek. “You should wash up, Mr. Clinton. I’ll be heading down for breakfast now. I won’t wait up if you’re

I’ll take you

at him before

down to the basement for the car, and Oscar took

Oscar unbuckled his seatbelt and planted a kiss on the woman’s forehead.

an odd glance. “You’re being

treat his wife

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