Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 105

“Go on.”

“What do you take Amelia for? A wife? A contract partner?”

Oscar glanced at her for a split second. Then he uttered two simple words, “A wife.”

“Good. Then have you ever thought about growing old with her?”

“No.”

Tifanny scowled. This jerk! He really doesn’t beat around the bush, huh… but his straightforwardness makes me want to choke him to death.

“You’re an honest man, Mr. Clinton. But why do I feel like strangling you to death?” Tiffany asked through gritted teeth.

“That’s your problem, not mine.”

Tiffany’s jaw clenched harder. How can this man be so despicable?

She rolled her eyes and retorted, “I guess Amelia can finally give an explanation to Mrs. Scott since you’ve made your stance clear. Mrs. Scott called me today and said she misses Amelia. She also asked if Amelia and Carter have any chance of getting together. At first, I didn’t give a sure answer because you’re still in the picture. But based on your answer just now, I’ll tell Mrs. Scott that Carter can go ahead and pursue Amelia.”

Something dark suddenly flickered in Oscar’s eyes.

“What did you say?”

“I’m sure you’ve heard what I said. I see no need to repeat myself.” Tiffany shrugged. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Mr. Clinton, but Amelia is still very popular among the elderly. Although Mrs. Scott initially misunderstood Amelia, she apologized for it afterward. And now she’s trying to mend hers and Amelia’s relationship, especially since she has witnessed Carter’s devotion to Amelia. I’m telling you. If you don’t take Amelia seriously, someone else will. You’re not the only man that desires her in this world.”

“She’s mine. Everyone else can forget about pursuing her.”

“But she won’t be yours if you get divorced. Amelia can behave in however way she pleases with other men. She’s free to flirt and be cared for by others… unless you decide to keep your marriage.”

Oscar’s fists coiled taut, but his face remained relaxed in a calm manner.

“Mr. Clinton. I personally think that your and Amelia’s divorce would be a good decision. She’d be better off in a more reliable relationship with Carter than if she stayed with you. At least he doesn’t have a messy history with other women, and he’ll never cause her emotional pain,” Tiffany spat. She wanted to spark jealousy in Oscar.

Oscar looked at her with an empty stare. “Tiffany, do you know what becomes of those who provoke me?”

“What? You’ll kill off my career in this city, so I can’t make a living?”

“No. I’ll ensure that you’ll never leave this city. Then I’ll make your life here a living hell, making you wish that you were dead. Do you believe that I’m capable of this?”

A chill swelled in Tiffany’s chest, prickling her with gooseflesh down her arms. Sure enough, it wasn’t easy to dance with the devil; one wrong move and she would end up being tortured in hell eternally, not a single piece of her would escape unscathed.

Tiffany believed every word Oscar said. She believed that he told the truth and that he was more than capable of making her life in this city a living hell.

There was no need to ask her why. This was the difference between the rich and the average. As the saying goes, money talks, and anything or anyone could be bought over with money.

are Amelia’s friend. But if you continue to say that she is someone

in a deep breath. Although she was terrified, she wasn’t going to give in

man, Mr. Clinton. You seem to have a traditionally hegemonic belief. Despite sharing a marriage contract with Amelia, you have exclusive rights over her feelings, whilst she doesn’t get

simply stared straight at her in

oppressive force behind Oscar’s stare. She felt like she was

see if the noodles are ready.” Tiffany shot up from her seat. She wanted to escape from the tense situation. Unfortunately, Oscar stopped her. He pointed at her seat and

into submission by Oscars’ brisk, commanding voice, she sat

with

gulped and intentionally challenged back at him, “Mr. Clinton, you’re not going to monitor all my friendships too, are you? I’m not Amelia.

care who you’re friends with, but don’t encourage Amelia to mix in with your crowd. She’s

anger. She had never encountered such an overbearing, jerk of a man before; they were getting divorced, yet he still wanted her all to himself. He really is a classic

you think that’s a bit too

“Is it?”

is a wealthy heir, she thought to herself. One of high social standing, with good looks, good education, and had admirable work capabilities. He’s an exceptional man; I’ll give him that. Such a man is definitely qualified to have a woman on each of his shoulders. No

inhaled deeply before saying, “Mr. Clinton, do you know the kind of life

a word came

because of her glamorous appearance. People think that she’s too frivolous and immoral to have as a wife, that whoever marries her will surely feel uneasy. Little do they know, she’s actually well-behaved and

her words. “Mr. Clinton. If you truly care, then you should really cherish

better. I’m

that, Tiffany left. She didn’t want to be the third wheel between

on a tray. She noticed that Tiffany was nowhere to be found and asked, “Where’s

to some

him and said, “Tiff is my best friend, Mr.

not friendly enough

was never one to mince her words. And given Oscar’s temperament,

decided to drop the topic. She handed him the silverware and said, “Here, try some and tell me what you think of the taste. I haven’t cooked in a while, so I’m not

Amelia greatly; she no longer cared about how the noodles tasted. All that mattered was that he enjoyed

Amelia offered, “There’s still more in the pot. Would you

Oscar shook his head.

the kitchen for washing. When she

patted the spot next to him.

walked over and sat

and questioned straightforwardly, “Are you still in touch

eyed him sideways. Pretending to be calm, she asked, “Why do you ask, Mr.

just something that Tiffany mentioned in

talk nonsense. But at the same time, she feared that Tiffany had

“What did she say?”

Oscar probed further into the matter. He asked, “You seem nervous, why’s that? Is there

After all, Oscar was a man of many faces. He was exceptionally skilled at getting others to say what he wanted them to; hidden underneath his

sure that if you wanted to, you’d be able to find out if there’s anything between me and the Scotts,

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