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.

The car was filled with a heavy

an hour later, Oscar drove into the neighborhood where their condominium was 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 heartbroken, she’d still wear a smile in front of him.

in a rare,

mouth forming into a grin as she undid

Abruptly, she clutched

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

bending down to lift her anxiously.

his chest. “Mr. Clinton, you were ignoring me earlier. My heart was hurting, so my belly

his head

to me. Every time you do, it

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. It’s all

into the elevator and

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

narrowed his eyes, speaking in a

a second, her face remained unchanging. “It must not be good if it could

deepened. “At least

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

from the bedroom door. Like a deflated balloon, Amelia

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

envelope on the table and said, “Take

for the envelope. A stack of photographs fell out the moment she opened it—all of

truly ruthless! Amelia cursed in her

and said,

faintly at him. “Mr. Clinton, if I were to say nothing happened between me and

“No.”

these photographs, I

slightly, leaving 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 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

neutral. “Mr. Clinton, didn’t you already know I was such a person?” She laughed. “But these photographs I can explain. Carter

increased, retorting, “Do

You definitely don’t!

his possessiveness. Had these photographs been of Oscar and

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

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