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.

and so did Oscar. The car was filled with

and found a parking spot. He pulled open his door and got out before momentarily recalling Tiffany’s

in a rare,

was shocked, her mouth forming into a grin as she undid

while she followed behind gloomily. Abruptly, she clutched her belly and wailed, “Mr.

and studied her suspiciously. Amelia looked even more pitifully at him, her voice weakening as she cried, “Mr. Clinton, my

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

you were ignoring me earlier. My heart was hurting, so my belly did

head to look

unabashedly. “Mr. Clinton, don’t be so cold to me. Every time you do, it hurts here.” She pointed at the left side

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.

at her briefly, he carried her into the elevator and pressed their floor before proceeding

himself a glass of water, his heart feeling exceptionally frustrated. When he came out, Amelia jumped on him once more with no fear of any consequences. She whined pitifully and coquettishly, “Mr. Clinton, I’m really wrong this time. Please forgive me for this once. Don’t be

eyes, speaking in a cold voice,

remained unchanging. “It must not be good

his eyes deepened. “At least you

attempted to rouse his sympathy by blinking her

loud slam sounded from the

later, Oscar came downstairs with a manila envelope in hand. Amelia looked at it listlessly. “Mr. Clinton, are

on the table and said, “Take a look

hesitated for a second before reaching for the envelope. A stack of photographs fell out the moment she opened it—all of which showed a man and a woman she easily recognized. It

Larson, you’re truly ruthless!

a close eye on her and

I were to say nothing happened

“No.”

these photographs,

hand to pinch her chin. “Amelia Winters, are you that desperate? I’ve been pleasing you so passionately. Are you

Clinton, didn’t you already know I was such a person?” She laughed. “But these photographs I can explain. Carter Scott and I are innocent.

retorting, “Do you

You definitely don’t!

possessiveness. Had these photographs been of Oscar and Cassie, and he had

lips faintly brushing against each other. The air he exhaled tickled

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