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

and found a parking spot. He pulled open his door and got out before momentarily recalling Tiffany’s words. Amelia hadn’t lived an easy life. Even if she was

he muttered in

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

clutched her belly and wailed, “Mr. Clinton, my belly hurts! It

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

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

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

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

cold to me. Every time you do, it hurts

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. I shouldn’t have infuriated you. It’s all my fault. Please forgive

her into the elevator and pressed their floor before proceeding to ignore

came out, Amelia jumped on him once

his eyes, speaking in a cold

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

in his eyes deepened.

She attempted to rouse

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

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

the envelope on the table and said,

the moment she opened it—all of

truly ruthless!

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

“No.”

laughed. “Looking at these photographs, I wouldn’t believe

them when he raised a hand to pinch her 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 man? Couldn’t you have been less depraved? You even hooked up with your

such a person?” She laughed. “But these photographs I can explain. Carter Scott and I are innocent.

chin increased, retorting, “Do you think I

You definitely don’t!

aware of his possessiveness. Had these photographs been of Oscar and Cassie, and

moved closer, their lips faintly brushing against each other.

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