Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 698

Upon returning to her bedroom, Tiffany turned on her computer to start writing. However, her mind was in such a mess that all she drew was a blank. Feeling like going out alone instead, she turned off her computer and got herself changed.

After informing Terrence that she was heading out to meet her friends, she drove aimlessly around until she parked her car in the city center. Just when she was about to enter the mall, she spotted Isabella following closely behind Oscar. Unsure if the former was telling him a joke, Tiffany was shocked to see Oscar flash a rare smile at her.

Subsequently, Tiffany followed them without hesitation after being briefly frozen at her feet.

As she carefully stayed on their tail, she saw Isabella hold Oscar's arm when they were about to cross the street, refusing to let go afterward.

With fire spitting out of her eyes, Tiffany felt the urge to beat both of them up, for she couldn't fathom how Oscar could behave that way given how much he hated Isabella.

If memory serves me right, Isabella is now Oscar's god-sister. It's suggestive enough for them to be referring to each other as god siblings, but since when did both of them become so close?

Gritting her teeth, Tiffany swore that she would castrate Oscar if he were to betray Amelia. When a man is rendered impotent, he will not be able to have any more affairs.

Once the light turned green, Oscar and Isabella continued walking. However, Oscar had discreetly put

some distance between himself and Isabella, causing Tiffany's anger to dissipate a little.

Finally, she saw both of them stop in front of a café. After Oscar said something inaudible to Isabella, the latter gave him a reluctant look before turning around to leave.

While Tiffany was still trying to figure out what was going on, Oscar turned toward her before she could quietly slip away. “Tiffany, how long are you planning on following me?”

Having been caught red-handed, Tiffany smiled wryly before approaching him.

“Mr. Clinton, what a coincidence to run into you here,” Tiffany greeted him.

“Didn't you follow me all the way here from the city center?” Oscar gave her a look while trying to hold back a smile.

“You knew?”

“Don't forget that I have bodyguards everywhere. I'll definitely know if someone is following me within a few hundred meters.”

Fine. I know you're someone rich and powerful. There's no way an ordinary girl like me can compare.

Oscar added, “If there's nothing else, I'm going back to work.”

Acting upon impulse, Tiffany blocked his path and interrogated him, “What's going on between Isabella and you? If you dare betray Amelia, I'll make sure she disappears for a second time. In fact, you'll never find her again. I can guarantee you that.”

With a glint in his eye, Oscar looked intently at Tiffany and threw the question back at her, “What do you think is going on between us?”

“Why would I ask you if I knew? I'm sure your taste is much better than that, but I just saw you bantering with her. Mr. Clinton, let me warn you, if you dare to two-time Amelia, I'll definitely castrate you on her behalf,” Tiffany threatened with a fearless look in her eye.

“Tiffany, you're a married woman now and not some hot-blooded eighteen-year-old. You had better tone down that stupidity of yours.” Oscar sneered, “Otherwise, I will think that novel writers are really dumb.”

Tiffany's lips couldn't help but twitch. What a vicious tongue he has. I'm afraid only Amelia is capable of taming him.

“Mr. Clinton, I have taken pictures of you walking side by side with Isabella. Just from your silhouette, both go you look like a couple. I might consider not telling Amelia about this if you say something nice to me,” Tiffany suggested mischievously as she waved her phone.

“Suit yourself.” Oscar was unfazed and looked as if he was about to leave.

Growing desperate, Tiffany added, “Oscar, aren't you worried that Amelia might misunderstand? At the very least, you can make me feel better by showing that you are fearful.”

“Stop being childish.”

Fine. You win. Ordinary folk like me are no match for his tenacity.

After putting away her phone, Tiffany suggested calmly, “Oscar, I think we need to talk.”

He threw her a glance and responded, “You have ten minutes.”

“Hey, Oscar, you were never this cold to me in front of Amelia.”

“You still have nine minutes.”

Flashing him two thumbs-up, Tiffany compromised. “All right, all right. Nine minutes it is. Tell me what's going on between you and Isabella? Why are both of you walking together?”

“I have nothing to tell you, but there's definitely nothing going on between us,” Oscar answered with his brows furrowed.

Tiffany tilted her head at him. “Oscar, did something unspeakable happen between you and Isabella?”

Oscar's lips twitched. “Stop letting your imagination run while. There's nothing going on between us at all.”

Before Tiffany could say more, a gentle voice rang out.

“Oscar.”

After turning to see who it was, Tiffany gave Oscar a cheeky look as if to say “speak of the devil.”

Pretending not to see Tiffany's teasing look, Oscar frowned slightly at Isabella who had unexpectedly returned.

“Didn't I tell you to go back to the office to prepare the documents needed for the afternoon meeting?” Oscar asked.

“I got my assistant to do it. I came back because I was worried about you,” Isabella remarked on purpose after sneaking a glance at Tiffany.

Oscar insisted, “Go back to work.”

Isabella nodded with a smile. “Oscar, let's head back to the office together then.”

With her arms folded across her chest, Tiffany discreetly stepped in front of Oscar and threw Isabella a look of indiscernible scorn. “Oh, isn't this Ms. Walker, the goddaughter of Mrs. Clinton? What's wrong with you? Are you still reluctant to forget Mr. Clinton?”

Glancing at Tiffany, Isabella let out a hypocritical smile. “Oh, it's you, Ms. Winters. No, I should say, Mrs. Hisson. Aren't you supposed to be on your honeymoon? Why are you here?”

Tiffany's lips pouted before she retorted, “My honeymoon has nothing to do with you. As for your clinging onto a married man, it's just despicable. If you still have any dignity left in you, you had better stay away from Oscar instead of sticking annoyingly to him all the time.”

Isabella gave Tiffany a look of disdain. “Mrs. Hisson, why are you still being a lackey for Amelia? After getting married, shouldn't your husband come first? I truly pity you.”

Letting out a snort, Tiffany turned toward Oscar. “Mr. Clinton, someone has just ridiculed your wife.”

With a grim expression, Oscar swept his gaze at Isabella, whose heart skipped a beat.

She had forgotten about Oscar's presence when her toes were being stepped on by Tiffany.

“Oscar, that's not what I meant. I-”

“Go back to work.”

Giving her lip a defiant bite, Isabella had no choice but to leave.

Tiffany shrugged her shoulders. “Mr. Clinton, I'll be taking my leave now. However, I would like to remind you before I go that the line between god siblings is a thin one. Hence, you had better watch yourself.”

“Aren't you my god-sister?”

Stumped, Tiffany realized she had forgotten about that.

“You had better not spew nonsense in front of Amelia and cause her to worry unnecessarily.”

“I know. Don't assume that I'm as foolish as you are.” Tiffany was cognizant that she had gone overboard with her joke. “I'm sorry about this. You should go back to work, while I'm going to take a walk.”

As he stared at Tiffany's leaving silhouette, an indiscernible expression descended upon Oscar's face.

Once he returned to his office, Isabella was already waiting there with a stack of documents in her hand. “Oscar, you're back. I have some documents for you to sign.”

“Come in,” Oscar replied as he led her into his office.

Isabella carried the documents in and placed them on the desk. “Oscar, these are the partnership agreements with Sky Group and a few other companies for your approval. Please sign them once you've gone through them.”

Upon receiving the agreements, Oscar skimmed through the documents swiftly before signing his name. Subsequently, they were handed back to Isabella. “You can go now.”

Picking up the documents, Isabella hesitated briefly as she looked at Oscar. “Oscar, I'm meeting Aunt Olivia for lunch. Why don't you join us? Since we can't become lovers, it's normal for god siblings to share a meal together. I'm sure this isn't too much to ask.” Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Oscar raised his head and gave her a thoughtful look. “Stop wasting time with me. There's no way you can afford to wait this out. My mom is the only reason I'm being cordial with you, so don't you dare take advantage of the situation. If I find out that you have harmed a hair on Amelia's head I will fire you from Clinton Corporations immediately.”

Isabella's teeth clenched, while her grip on the documents tightened.

After drawing upon her overwhelming willpower to calm herself down, she replied with a smile. “Oscar, don't worry. I don't deny your attractiveness, but I too have my dignity to uphold and will not stoop so low as to break up someone else's marriage. I felt that I stood a chance before you reconciled with

Amelia, but now... I have given up hopes on that. I just feel that there's nothing wrong with going out for a meal since we're both colleagues and god siblings, isn't that the case?”

Oscar recovered his gaze and responded coldly, “You and Mom should just go ahead. You can send me the bill after that.”

Biting her lip, Isabella forced a smile. “Fine. I'm not going to force you. Aunt Olivia and I will be having a feast. If you want, I'll pack a portion for you, but I can see that you're not interested at all.”

Oscar continued to bury his head in work.

After leaving Oscar's office, Isabella slipped into a quiet stairwell where her eyes flashed with irrepressible rage and indignance.

“Oscar, my perseverance will definitely pay off. One of these days, you will still be mine,” Isabella vowed through her gritted teeth.

After venting her frustration, Isabella tidied her hair even though it wasn't messy at all. She then strutted out in a dignified manner and returned to her office.

In the afternoon, she and Olivia met for lunch in a nearby restaurant.

“Aunt Olivia, excuse me for being late, I was just caught up with work. Have you waited for long?” Isabella asked.

Standing up to wave at her, Olivia smiled warmly. “Come and have a seat. I just arrived too.”

Once Isabella settled down, she summoned the waiter and ordered Olivia's favorite dishes.

“Isabella, don't just order what I like, you should order what you enjoy too,” Olivia suggested.

Isabella instructed the waiter. “We'll have these. Please be quick about it.”

“All right, please wait a moment.”

When the waiter left, Isabella turned to Olivia and beamed. “Aunt Olivia, I like everything that you do. Both of us have the same taste.”

“You're such a darling to me.”

A smile broke across Isabella's face as she poured Olivia a cup of coffee. “Aunt Olivia, I'm surprised that you asked me out for lunch today.”

After taking a sip of her coffee, Olivia explained, “It's been a long time since I saw you, so I decided to invite you out. Why? Am I not welcome?”

“Of course not. I was waiting with anticipation to see you.”

Once the dishes were brought to the table, Isabella served Olivia the food. “Aunt Olivia, this is your favorite dish. Why don't you give it a try and see if it's up to your taste.”

After taking a bite out of courtesy, she casually asked, “Isabella, has Stephanie been lazy ever since she got married?”

Iok in her eye, Isabella replied with a smile, “She's doing well and getting along fi