Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 19

Amelia had initially thought the lady who claimed to be pregnant just sounded young. To her surprise, she really was very young. In fact, she was an underage girl. Amelia was thoroughly ashamed of Oscar. How could he do this to underage girls? However, Amelia also knew that this was no ordinary girl. Even though she looked to be only fifteen or sixteen, she was also a member of the popular group, “Sweet Girl”. As for her name, Amelia had no clue. The girl looked so young and innocent and yet was dressed sexily. She checked Amelia out from head to toe. “You don‘t look too bad. Just a little old.” Amelia chuckled. She was only thirty, but in front of this fifteen–year–old girl, she did seem old.

After sitting down and ordering a latte, she asked, “All right, pretty lady. If you’re here to talk terms with me, shouldn‘t you at least tell me your name first?” “Keira Shaw,” the young lady replied with her arms folded. Amelia leaned back on her chair and unceremoniously shifted her gaze to Keira’s stomach. “Go on then. When did you get together with Oscar, and how far along are you?” Keira’s face darkened a little. “No wonder Oscar called you a vulgar person who only wanted money. Need you be so direct and crude?” she hummed disdainfully. Amelia picked at her manicured nails and smiled. “Ms. Shaw, I was referring to the normal relationship between a man and a woman. How is that crude? Oh, I forgot. You‘re only fifteen years old, aren‘t you? That puts you in high school. With that soft and innocent face of yours, you can probably get away with anything. And no matter how you dress, you‘ll still give off that air of purity and innocence. I feel so old in comparison.” Keira gave her a death stare. “You’re so crude!” Amelia gave a nonchalant shrug. “Can‘t help it. I‘m no longer young like you. If I don’t show a little toughness and be a little crude, how would I get any money? After all, Mr. Clinton is usually more generous with the younger ladies.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Don‘t you dare shame Oscar like that! A woman like you isn’t fit to be with him,” Keira replied coldly. Amelia stirred her coffee and took a sip. “The coffee here is pretty good.” Keira continued to stare coldly at her. Amelia knew for certain that Keira was not Oscar’s type. She might look pretty but she was far too young and rash. Oscar was a flirt, but even he wouldn’t casually get himself caught up with someone like her. Why else did he marry Amelia in the first place? He needed someone strong, someone to speak out for him when needed. “Amelia Winters, I did not ask you out to talk about coffee. Since I‘m now with Oscar’s child, don’t you think you should back out of this relationship?” Keira spat. Amelia looked bemused. “What? Have you changed your mind? Are you saying you want to keep the child and become Mrs. Clinton?”. Keria snarled at her, “Well, initially, I only wanted to see what Oscar’s wife looked like, and hopefully get some money out of it. Unfortunately, other than that pretty face, everything else about you is ugly. I can‘t possibly let someone like you stay with Oscar.” “Well said! I‘m with you on that.” Amelia clapped in agreement.