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.

his back as her mind fell into a mess.

to every other woman. But today, he had celebrated her birthday with her and even prepared her a gift. Although Amelia

headed upstairs too, only to realize that the door had been locked as she attempted

Mr. Clinton!” she called out while banging on the

locked

would behave this way? I can’t believe

it. Thus, she had no other 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 she had prepared for Tiffany to the bathroom, took a hot bath, and got into bed.

Oscar standing outside in his

“Come back and sleep.”

asked

you knocking.

not

bed and waited for Oscar to join her. Then, she cuddled up into his arms ever so

tantrum, Mr. Clinton?”

Oscar held onto her, and the two looked like

“Let’s sleep.”

his arms, the

she brazenly planted a kiss on his chin. But just as she was about to move away, the woman

Amelia panted

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

spending time with Ms. Yard for the past two days, Mr. Clinton?” Amelia

her

while holding her toothbrush. “So your woman’s gone. That explains why you have so

at her. “Are you

Mr. Clinton? You’re

like a sly fox that can talk your way into getting anything you want sometimes, but other times, you’re like a lazy kitten whose thoughts can

that a compliment,

girl, I’ll give you everything a woman could ever dream of

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

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

I’ll take you to

him before nodding and

Molly had prepared, the two headed down to the

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

him an odd glance. “You’re being unusually attentive,

duty to treat his wife to meals?”

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