Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 84

Ignoring Tiffany’s shouting, Oscar took Amelia by her hand to wait for the elevator. Amelia waved to Tiffany and said, “Go in, Tiff. I’ll call you once I’m home.”

Soon after, Amelia was dragged into the elevator.

Tiffany grumbled to herself, “What a tasteless man. Someday you’ll definitely be begging me on your knees.”

Inside the elevator, Amelia turned to Oscar. “Mr. Clinton, what’s with you today? It’s as if you’ve eaten gunpowder for dinner.”

He said nothing, merely staring at her indifferently.

Amelia had a hard time wrapping her head around how hot and cold Oscar was behaving. Why would he come to pick her up yet be so indifferent toward her?

“Mr. Clinton, if you’re angry that my friend was unkind to you, I can apologize on her behalf,” Amelia suggested.

He took a quick look at her. “What’s with those photographs?”

Though her heart skipped, she did a great job pretending to be ignorant. “What photographs?”

“I received a parcel at six o’clock. It was a stack of photographs. I want to hear your explanation.”

In an instant, she felt like a large cloud was hovering above her, about to unleash a flood of rain over her head. It felt ominous.

She had never expected Jennifer Larson to be this ruthless. She hadn’t even given her enough time to process before she sent the photos to Oscar Clinton.

At that moment, she truly detested Jennifer. She had no animosity toward her. They didn’t even have any relation to each other. Yet, Jennifer bore a deep grudge toward her, so much so she was planning to destroy her marriage. Amelia couldn’t understand. How did ruining her marriage benefitted Jennifer?

“Are the photographs related to me?” Amelia continued pretending.

Oscar stared at her fervently without a word.

Amelia’s heart was racing. Oscar’s silence was making her uneasy. She feared Oscar would divorce her, and Olivia, who had always doted on her, would be disappointed if she’d seen the photos.

Amelia truly hated Jennifer then. She and Carter Scott were innocent, yet they had to suffer through such injustice.

“Mr. Clinton, I didn’t even get to see those photos. Don’t you feel like you’ve gone overboard for faulting me without finding out the truth?”

“You’ll see when you’re home,” he said simply.

did Oscar. The car was filled with

momentarily recalling Tiffany’s words. Amelia hadn’t lived an easy life. Even if she was heartbroken, she’d still wear a smile in front of him. Hence, he halted his

go,” he muttered in a rare, gentle

into a grin as she undid her seatbelt and

Abruptly, she clutched her belly and wailed, “Mr. Clinton,

head around and studied her suspiciously. Amelia looked even more pitifully

bending down to lift her anxiously. “I’ll take

her head against his chest. “Mr. Clinton, you were ignoring me earlier. My heart was hurting, so

face darkened, cryptically lowering his head to look at her. “You

so cold to me. Every time you do, it hurts here.” She pointed at the left side of her

put her down, she clutched onto him like a koala would a tree, whining weakly, “Mr. Clinton, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t be photographed with anyone else other than you.

into the elevator and pressed their

the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, his heart feeling exceptionally frustrated. When he came out, Amelia jumped on him

in a cold voice,

face remained unchanging. “It must not be good if it

coldness in his eyes deepened.

self-aware.” She attempted to rouse his sympathy by

upstairs. Shortly after, a loud slam sounded from the bedroom door. Like a deflated balloon, Amelia slumped

manila envelope in hand. Amelia looked at it listlessly. “Mr. Clinton, are the photographs

table and

photographs fell out the moment she opened it—all of which showed a man and a woman she easily recognized. It was no one else other than Carter Scott

you’re truly ruthless! Amelia cursed in

kept a close eye on her and

to say

“No.”

at these photographs, I wouldn’t believe me

that desperate? I’ve been pleasing you so passionately. Are you still so unsatisfied in bed that

ached for a moment, yet her face remained neutral. “Mr. Clinton, didn’t you already know I was such a person?” She laughed. “But these photographs I can explain. Carter Scott and

her chin increased, retorting, “Do you

You definitely don’t!

well aware of his possessiveness. Had these photographs been of Oscar and Cassie, and he had claimed to be

each other. The air he

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