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

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

in a rare, gentle

grin as she

walking in the lead while she followed behind gloomily. Abruptly, she clutched her belly and wailed, “Mr. Clinton, my belly hurts! It hurts

looked even more pitifully at him,

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

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,

his head to

don’t be so cold to me. Every time you do,

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

her into the elevator and pressed

he placed her down and tugged at his 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 fear of any consequences. She whined pitifully and coquettishly, “Mr. Clinton, I’m really wrong this time. Please forgive me for this

in a cold

face remained unchanging. “It must not be good if it could make you this

coldness in his eyes deepened. “At least you have some

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

Shortly after, a loud slam sounded from the bedroom door.

hand. Amelia looked at it listlessly. “Mr. Clinton, are

threw the envelope on the table

the moment she opened it—all of which showed a man and a woman she easily

Larson, you’re truly ruthless!

on her and said, “Aren’t you gonna give me

at him. “Mr. Clinton, if I were to say

“No.”

these photographs, I wouldn’t

only centimeters between them when he raised a hand to pinch her chin. “Amelia Winters, are you that desperate? I’ve been pleasing you so

remained neutral. “Mr. Clinton, didn’t you already know I was such a person?” She laughed. “But

grip on her chin increased, retorting,

You definitely don’t!

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

closer, their lips faintly brushing against each other. The air

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