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 simplewords, “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 todeath.

“You're an honest man, Mr. Clinton. But why do I feel like strangling youto 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 anexplanation to Mrs. Scott since you've made your stance clear. Mrs.Scott called me today and said she misses Amelia. She also asked ifAmelia and Carter have any chance of getting together. At first, I didn'tgive a sure answer because you're still in the picture. But based on youranswer just now, I'll tell Mrs. Scott that Carter can go ahead and pursueAmelia.”

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 Ameliais still very popular among the elderly. Although Mrs. Scott initiallymisunderstood Amelia, she apologized for it afterward. And now she’strying to mend hers and Amelia's relationship, especially since she haswitnessed Carter's devotion to Amelia. I'm telling you. If you don't takeAmelia seriously, someone else will. You're not the only man thatdesires 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 inhowever way she pleases with other men. She's free to flirt and becared 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 bea good decision. She'd be better off in a more reliable relationship withCarter than if she stayed with you. At least he doesn't have a messyhistory 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 whatbecomes 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 lifehere a living hell, making you wish that you were dead. Do you believethat I'm capable of this?”

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

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

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

“Tiffany, I can overlook your provocations because you are Amelia'sfriend. But if you continue to say that she is someone else's woman,then don't blame me for taking impolite measures.”

Tiffany sucked in a deep breath. Although she was terrified, she wasn'tgoing to give in so quickly.

“You're an odd man, Mr. Clinton. You seem to have a traditionallyhegemonic belief. Despite sharing a marriage contract with Amelia, youhave exclusive rights over her feelings, whilst she doesn't get a singlesay in yours. So why put on an act of concern for her now? Don't youthink that's a little hypocritical of you?”

Oscar simply stared straight at her in response.

Tiffany gulped, sensing an oppressive force behind Oscar's stare. Shefelt like she was no longer in control of their conversation.

“Let me see if the noodles are ready.” Tiffany shot up from her seat. Shewanted to escape from the tense situation. Unfortunately, Oscarstopped her. He pointed at her seat and said, “Sit down.”

Threatened into submission by Oscars’ brisk, commanding voice, shesat down obediently.

“Are you still in touch with Mrs. Scott?” Oscar asked nonchalantly.Tiffany gulped and intentionally challenged back at him, “Mr. Clinton,you're not going to monitor all my friendships too, are you? I'm notAmelia. I won't obey you blindly for the sake of being a good wife.”

“I don't care who you're friends with, but don’t encourage Amelia tomix in with your crowd. She's still mine. Even if we get divorced, she’sstill my woman.”

Tiffany snorted in anger. She had never encountered such anoverbearing, jerk of a man before; they were getting divorced, yet hestill wanted her all to himself. He really is a classic scumbag.

“Mr. Clinton, don't you think that's a bit too greedy of you?”

“Is it?”

He 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 definitelyqualified to have a woman on each of his shoulders. No one would daresay anything even if he dated an entire harem of women at the sametime.

Tifanny inhaled deeply before saying, “Mr. Clinton, do you know thekind of life that Amelia wants?”

Not a word came from Oscar's lips.

“You probably don't know this, Mr. Clinton, but Amelia is oftenmisunderstood as being a vixen because of her glamorous appearance.People think that she’s too frivolous and immoral to have as a wife, thatwhoever marries her will surely feel uneasy. Little do they know, she’sactually well-behaved and has never stepped foot in a nightclub or abar. Her lifelong dream has always been to have a family of her own,but it's a pity because you'll never be the beloved husband she dreamsof.”

Tiffany stood up again. She spoke with a meaningful weight behind herwords. “Mr. Clinton. If you truly care, then you should really cherish hermore. Losing her will mean losing everything that's good and pure inthis world, I promise you that.”

She picked up her bag and continued, “Please treat Amelia better. I'mheading off now. Do let Amelia know when she gets back.”

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

Shortly after, Amelia returned with bowls of noodles on a tray. Shenoticed that Tiffany was nowhere to be found and asked, “Where'sTiff?"

“She left to attend to some matters,” Oscar responded.

Amelia eyed him. She then placed the noodles before him and said,“Tiff is my best friend, Mr. Clinton. Can't you be a bit friendlier to her?”"Am I not friendly enough toward her?”

Fair enough, he had been reasonably respectful the whole time. Tiffanywas never one to mince her words. And given Oscar's temperament, itwas a miracle that he hadn't rudely retorted back at her straightforwardcomments.

Amelia decided to drop the topic. She handed him the silverware andsaid, “Here, try some and tell me what you think of the taste. I haven'tcooked in a while, so I'm not sure if this is to your liking.”

After accepting the silverware from her, Oscar chowed down on thenoodles. His actions pleased Amelia greatly; she no longer cared abouthow the noodles tasted. All that mattered was that he enjoyed themOnce he emptied his bowl, Amelia offered, “There's still more in the pot.Would you like seconds, Mr. Clinton?”

Oscar shook his head.

Amelia collected their dishes and brought them into the kitchen forwashing. When she was done, she dried off her hands before walkingback out.

There, Oscar patted the spot next to him. “Come, sit.”

Amelia walked over and sat down obediently.

Oscar glanced at her and questioned straightforwardly, “Are you still intouch with the Scotts?”

Amelia eyed him sideways. Pretending to be calm, she asked, “Why doyou ask, Mr. Clinton?”

“It's just something that Tiffany mentioned in our conversation earlier.”Amelia felt clueless as to what Tiffany had told him. She believed thatTiffany knew her limits and would never talk nonsense. But at the sametime, she feared that Tiffany had deliberately portrayed the Scotts asvillains in an attempt to defend her honor. She worried that Oscar nowsaw them as enemies.

“What did she say?”

“She just said something about you and the Scotts.” Oscar probedfurther into the matter. He asked, “You seem nervous, why's that? Isthere some unspeakable thing going on between you and the Scotts?”Careful thoughts surged through Amelia as she mentally preparedherself to face him head-on. After all, Oscar was a man of many faces.He was exceptionally skilled at getting others to say what he wantedthem to; hidden underneath his youthful appearance was a cunningman. He was an incredibly sly old fox at heart.

“I'm sure that if you wanted to, you'd be able to replace out if there'sanything between me and the Scotts, Mr. Clinton. So why bother askingme?” Amelia asked, turning the tables against him.

Their gazes met as he declared, “I won't tolerate letting anyone takeadvantage of my woman.”

Amelia's heart shivered at this, but she kept on smiling. “Tiff was onlylooking out for me. Granted, she may have exaggerated a little, but youshouldn't take her words to heart, Mr. Clinton. I'll deal with mine andthe Scotts’ affair. There's no need for you to fuss over a group ofirrelevant people.”

Oscar's gaze intensified. There was something immeasurable in the wayhe looked at her.

“Tiffany only said that she still kept in contact with Mrs. Scott. Shedidn’t mention you at all, though. Unless... you've been in contact withthem this whole time?”

I knew it. This sly old fox used this whole conversation to lure me intoadmitting what he wanted to hear.

Fine... might as well cut to the chase. She boldly met his gaze andstated, “If there's anything you'd like to know, Mr. Clinton, you may askme directly.”

Oscar stilled for a moment.

“You want to know if Carter and I have completely cut ties, isn't thatright, Mr. Clinton? I know that you secretly hired someone toinvestigate his and my relationship after those intimate photosresurfaced. But just like your investigator reported, Carter and I met inuniversity. There were fleeting moments of affection between us, butfor various reasons, we never got together. Then, I married you rightafter that. So in almost five years of our marriage, I have never oncedone anything to betray you. Is there anything else you'd like to know,Mr. Clinton?”

Amelia's words were direct and frank, but a piercing sadness lingered inher voice.

Oscar looked at her. He could see the stubbornness in her gaze.

This silly woman... Did she really think I would blame her for such trivialthings from her past?

I'm a grown man. I understand that everyone has a past; Those wholatch onto their significant others’ dating histories are patheticallychildish. A mature man would never do that. He'd treat his woman welland secure a position as the only man in her life.

Oscar's arm snaked around Amelia“s waist and pulled forcefully. Hemoved so quickly that Amelia landed into his arms before she couldfinish yelping.

He tapped her nose and teased affectionately, “Did you really think Iwas criticizing your past?”

Amelia pouted. “Weren't you?”

“You silly woman. If I cared about your past, then I wouldn't havemarried you in the first place.”

Amelia scoffed to herself. You speak as if we got married for love.

You don't care about my past because we are united by a marriagecontract, nothing more.

Oscar lowered his head closer to hers. He nipped at her lip and asked,“You don't believe me?"

Amelia shook her head. “I believe every word you say is the truth.”Oscar placed a hand on her back, scooping her up before movingtoward the sofa. He placed her down and was careful not to press ontoher stomach as they kissed.

Amelia fell victim to his skillful tongue; she was so enthralled by the kissthat she hardly had time to think straight. Her thoughts jumbled up inknots.

When their lips separated, Amelia“s vision had become clouded. It tooka while for her eyes to settle on the man before her.

She panted, taking in multiple breaths of air before patting her limphand on his chest.

Oscar grabbed her hand and nibbled on the back of it. She felt his teethgrazing gently against her delicate skin.

A bright red blush burned across Amelia“s cheeks. In the heat of themoment, she couldn't help but let her thoughts run wild. At some point,she wondered if Oscar had shared this same heated moment with manyother women, given his extraordinary kissing skills.