Too Much To Bear My Love

Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 59

Amelia gave him a sidelong glance and remarked, “Mr. Clinton, looks like we’ll never reach a compromise in this negotiation.”

Oscar forcefully turned her chin so that she was facing him. With a rare look of sincerity, he said, “As long as you stay, I’ll increase your allowance.”

Amelia flashed him a charming smile. “No.”

“Can’t you be more obedient and stop worrying me?” Oscar pinched her cheeks.

Slapping his hands away, she snuggled under the blankets and lay on the bed. Then, she evicted him out of the room. “Mr. Clinton, I’m shocked by what you did earlier. Spend the night in the guest room today. Good night.”

Oscar stared straight at her. “Move over. I’ll sleep with you.”

“I’ll go to the guest room then if you prefer to sleep here.”

Forcefully pinning her to the bed, Oscar insisted, “There’s gotta be a limit to your tantrum. Sleep now. I won’t touch you for the night. Be a good girl and sleep, okay?”

“Mr. Clinton, you changed your mind at the very last minute when you said you were going to divorce me; and now you’re forbidding me from going to Saspiuburg. Are you perhaps in love with me?” Amelia glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, asking a question that had been on her mind for a while now.

Oscar lowered his head and kissed her. It wasn’t until Amelia felt like she was running out of breath did the man release her. “Stop your wild imagination and sleep.”

A look of disappointment flashed across her eyes. If Oscar were to say that he prohibited her from going because he could not bear to part with her, she would still stay despite the risk that he might discover that she was pregnant. Unfortunately, he did not even want to make that promise to her.

Closing her eyes, she said, “Ms. Yard is coming back soon. I could move aside for the both of you if I were to go to Saspiuburg. If you insist on me staying here, it’ll be really awkward for the three of us.”

He pulled her into his arms and assured her, “I’ll settle this issue, so don’t you worry.”

“Can you tell me how you’re going to do that? Are you going to make me your ex-wife and Ms. Yard your wife? In that case, we won’t have anything to do with each other anymore. Or are you going to make me your mistress while Ms. Yard becomes your wife?” asked Amelia mockingly.

Oscar gazed at her broodingly. “Amelia, you’re crossing the line.”

Pouting, she retorted, “Mr. Clinton, you’re abusing your authority because you don’t know how to rebuke me.”

“I know a lot of things. Do you want to test it out?”

As he spoke, he pressed his body against hers.

Naturally, she could feel the change in his body and her face clouded over. God, I thought we were having a serious discussion. How could his mind wander off to somewhere else?

She was utterly speechless.

“Mr. Clinton, I’m saying this again—I must attend the training in Saspiuburg.”

“I dare you to do that. Otherwise, your new lover’s company shall be my first target. Go ahead to Saspiuburg if you don’t mind me destroying his company.”

Oscar did not want to use his authority to oppress her, but he had no other choice if that was what it takes to control her.

She gazed at him, her thoughts evident through her gaze. Oscar, can you be even more despicable and shameless than this?

“Amelia, don’t blame me for using such underhanded methods. I’m a businessman, so I’ll never do anything that’ll incur losses. Just admit that you’ve lost,” persuaded Oscar as he stroked her face.

Amelia stared at him fixedly and asked, “Mr. Clinton, can you tell me what exactly you want?”

Kissing her forehead, Oscar replied, “Nothing. I just want to hug you to sleep.”

Suddenly remembering something, he continued, “Oh, right, here’s another reminder—if you’re gonna leave, it’ll all boil down to Carter’s abilities to sustain his company. There are not a lot of people in this city who dare to offend the Clintons.”

“Don’t try to scare me, Mr. Clinton. The Scotts are just as powerful as the Clintons. With distant relatives in politics as well and a vast network of relationships, they don’t pale in comparison to the Clintons at all. I’m sure Abel will not watch idly by as his grandson gets trampled by others,” retorted Amelia.

“Seems like you know the Scotts quite well. You’ve spent quite some effort to win the favor of your new lover, huh?”

Oscar’s tone was indifferent, his emotions unreadable from his voice.

“Amelia, you may understand the Scotts well, but do you know that Abel has always wanted his grandson to take over the family’s business? He never hoped for this company, which Carter has spent so much effort founding, to even exist. If you don’t want me to give him a helping hand, don’t go to

Saspiuburg. Otherwise, I’m sure Abel will be pleased to see me destroy Carter’s company. I’m not even scared of going up against the Scott Group, let alone his tiny company.”

Amelia cast her gaze downward and remained silent.

Kissing her hair, Oscar whispered, “Don’t be scared of me, Amelia. I’m doing this for your sake.”

She closed her eyes and said faintly, “Let’s sleep.”

Oscar held his tongue.

While Amelia fell asleep slowly in his embrace, he gazed at her with an obsessed look. He mumbled, “You foolish woman. I don’t know how I feel about you, but I just don’t want you to suddenly leave my grasp.”

Oscar gradually drifted to sleep.

When he woke up the next day, Amelia was not in bed anymore. He peered into the bathroom, but she was nowhere to be seen. Upon leaving the bedroom, he saw her eating breakfast and chatting with Molly.

Molly was the first to spot Oscar, who was standing upstairs. She grinned and said, “You’re awake, Mr. Clinton. Come down for breakfast.”

He replied, “I’ll eat after I brush my teeth.”

With that, he returned to the bedroom.

Molly chuckled. “Mrs. Clinton, did you argue with Mr. Clinton?”

After taking a sip of milk, Amelia assured her, “Don’t worry, Molly. We didn’t.”

“Mrs. Clinton, you might call me a busybody, but Mr. Clinton has been pampered since young. It’s inevitable for him to be slightly arrogant. However, his character is decent. Just talk to him more and he’ll fall head over heels for you soon.”

“Okay, Molly.” Amelia smiled faintly. “Your breakfast is still as delicious as always. I haven’t gotten tired of it even after four years. I’ll miss your food if I don’t get to eat it one day.”

It was evident that Molly had misinterpreted her words as she said, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Clinton. When I’m too old to cook, I’ll send my daughter-in-law over. Although she’s an illiterate woman from the countryside, she’s amazing at cooking. In fact, she’s better than the chefs from those high-class restaurants! I guarantee that you’ll be impressed when you eat it.”

“I’m sure your daughter-in-law is a great chef since you yourself are one. I crave her food just by thinking about it,” replied Amelia with a laugh.

“If you crave for it, I’ll tell her to cook something and send it over tonight. Don’t worry, Mrs. Clinton. Although she’s from the countryside, she has stayed in the city for years. She’s no longer as unsophisticated as those in the countrysides, so she won’t offend you in any way.”

Amelia took a bite of the bread before protesting, “Molly, I’ll be angry if you keep this up! You’ve worked for us for so many years that I treat you as part of my family. I’ve never looked down on you. What you said has really hurt me!”

Molly smiled. “Don’t get me wrong, Mrs. Clinton. You’re a gorgeous woman with such a high status. I’m afraid that others might offend you.”

Amelia laughed out loud.

“What’s so funny? Did Molly make a joke?” remarked Oscar as he walked down the stairs.

Amelia quickly stopped smiling. Placing the bread down, she did not even spare a second glance at Oscar before saying, “Molly, I’m full. I gotta go now.”

She grabbed her bag, wore her heels and left.

Confused, Molly hurried toward her and yelled, “Mrs. Clinton, you barely ate anything! Are you not going to eat anything else?”

“Molly, I’m full. I’ll be late for work if I don’t go now.” Amelia gave a casual response before leaving the house.

Molly frowned and glanced at Oscar. “Mr. Clinton, did you really quarrel with Mrs. Clinton? Your mother is worried about both of you. If you two have a falling out, she’ll be so worried that she wouldn’t be able to eat or sleep.”

Oscar grabbed a slice of bread and ate it leisurely. “Molly, even the gentlest cat will throw a tantrum sometimes. I accidentally pulled her too forcefully yesterday. It’s no big deal, so you don’t have to worry.”

Still frowning, Molly said, “Mr. Clinton, I won’t comment any further, but just don’t cross the line.”

Oscar nodded.

After breakfast, he wore his suit, grabbed his briefcase, and took the elevator down.

As he drove out of the underground garage, he whipped out his phone to give Amelia a call. “Amelia, are you really angry?” he asked gently once the call went through.

Amelia replied coldly, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now. There’s a lot of cars on the road and I don’t want to get into a car accident.”

“Let’s eat together in the afternoon.” Clinton was offering an olive branch, wanting to reconcile with her.

“There’s a lunch gathering in the office this afternoon, so I’m afraid I cannot eat with you. Settle lunch yourself, Mr. Clinton,” rejected Amelia without the slightest trace of hesitation.

Oscar frowned. Before he could speak, he heard Amelia yelling in surprise.

He was so shocked that he almost dropped his phone. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“What’s wrong, Amelia?” asked Oscar anxiously.

However, he heard no response.

He yelled consecutively, but it was still silent on Amelia’s end. He hung up and called again but to no response.

His heart pounded frantically as he kept calling her number. After a long time, someone answered the call. However, it was not her voice.

He demanded coldly, “Who are you and what happened to Amelia?”

It was a middle-aged man talking. “Hello, are you this lady’s husband? She just got into a car accident and has just been rescued from the car. We’re waiting for the ambulance—”

Oscar did not even wait for him to finish his sentence as he bellowed, “Where are you?” Shocked, the middle-aged man told him the address timidly.

Oscar threatened, “Make sure that her phone is reachable. Otherwise, I’ll tear you into pieces if I can’t find her when I get there.”

“Okay, okay.”

After hanging up the call, he drove to the address the middle-aged man had reported rapidly. However, in the middle of the journey, the man called him again and said that Amelia was on the way to the Principal General Hospital in an ambulance.

Oscar made a sharp U-turn and drove toward the said hospital.

He personally called the chief of the Principal General Hospital and said solemnly, “Mr. Lancester, Amelia got into an accident and is on the way to your hospital. Please operate on her personally and ensure that she’s all right no matter what.”

Before the chief could figure out what Oscar was talking about, the latter continued, “Mr. Lancester, I’m counting on you.”