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.

down, and so did Oscar. The car was

pulled open his door and got out before momentarily

he muttered in a

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

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

his head around and studied her suspiciously. Amelia looked even more pitifully at him, her voice weakening as

to lift her anxiously. “I’ll take you to the

suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck flirtatiously, leaning her head against his chest. “Mr. Clinton, you were ignoring me earlier. My heart was hurting, so my belly did too. Now that you’re carrying me, it doesn’t

lowering his head

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

Oscar tried to 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

her briefly, he carried her into the elevator and pressed their

necktie. He then entered the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, his heart feeling exceptionally frustrated. When he came out, Amelia jumped on him once more with no

his eyes, speaking in a cold

remained unchanging. “It must not be good if it could make you this mad. Therefore, I’ll

deepened.

I’ve always been very self-aware.” She attempted to rouse his sympathy by blinking her

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

Amelia looked at it

the envelope on the table and said, “Take a look

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

truly ruthless! Amelia

a close eye on her and said, “Aren’t you gonna give

smiled faintly at him. “Mr. Clinton, if I were to say nothing happened between me and Carter Scott, would you believe

“No.”

photographs, I wouldn’t believe me

chin. “Amelia Winters, are you that desperate? I’ve been pleasing you so passionately. Are you still so unsatisfied in bed that you had to look for another

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 I are innocent. Do

on her chin increased, retorting, “Do you think

You definitely don’t!

of Oscar and Cassie, and he had claimed to be

against each other. The air he exhaled tickled her

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