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

open his door and got out before momentarily recalling Tiffany’s words. Amelia hadn’t lived an easy life. Even if she was heartbroken, she’d still wear a smile in front

go,” he muttered in a

into a grin

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

looked even more pitifully at him, her voice weakening as she

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

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,

lowering his head

Every time you do, it hurts here.” She pointed at the left

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 than you. I shouldn’t have infuriated you.

her briefly, he carried her into the elevator and

entered the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, his heart feeling exceptionally frustrated. When he came out, Amelia jumped on

a cold voice, “You’ve

must not be good if it could make you this mad. Therefore, I’ll apologize

deepened. “At least you have some

very self-aware.” She attempted to rouse his sympathy by blinking her eyes excessively, feigning

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

downstairs with a manila envelope in hand. Amelia

the envelope on the table and

photographs fell out the moment she opened it—all of which showed a man and a woman she easily recognized. It was no one else other than

you’re truly ruthless! Amelia cursed

and said, “Aren’t you gonna give me

she smiled faintly at him. “Mr. Clinton, if I were to say nothing

“No.”

photographs, I

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

you already know I was such a person?” She laughed. “But these photographs I can explain. Carter Scott and I are innocent. Do you believe

on her chin increased, retorting, “Do you think

You definitely don’t!

of Oscar and Cassie, and he had claimed to be innocent, she wouldn’t have

brushing against each other. The air

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