Love You Enough to Leave You novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147,Love You Enough to Leave You

Oscar tilted Amelia’s chin up, forcing her to face him. When he saw her reddened eyes, he anxiously asked, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Amelia shook her head frantically and said, “My tear glands seem to have gotten more active lately, it is perhaps because of this pregnancy. I find myself tearing up at every little thing. Mr. Clinton, you won’t mock your wife for being a crybaby, will you?” Oscar’s heart melted at Amelia’s undue concern. The more he came to know Amelia, the more enchanting he found her to be. She’d completely shed the frigid, temptress-like appearance of yore.

All Oscar held before him now was a vulnerable young woman wanting only to be loved. He took Amelia into his arms. Oscar found himself floundering in the depths of his affection for her. Struggling to regain control of himself, Oscar gruffly said, “Don’t be silly. You’re good at coming up with nonsense.” Leaning her head against his chest, Amelia’s lips curled up into a smile. With a look of immense contentment on her face, Amelia said softly, “How I wish time would stop right now.” Oscar heard only a vague mumble. He looked down at her fondly, asking, “What did you just say?” Amelia shook her head, snuggling further against him. She then asked thoughtfully, “How’s Ms. Yard doing?”

“She hasn’t awoken,” Oscar replied. Amelia bit her lip. Reluctant to ruin the magic of that moment, she decided not to pursue this unsavory matter. Let me bury my head in the sand a while longer, Amelia thought wistfully. Destiny, however, was not on their side. Just then, Amelia and Oscar’s phones rang simultaneously. They glanced at each other. At last, Amelia said ruefully, “Mr. Clinton, it looks like we are not meant to have sweet moments together.” Oscar whipped out his phone. Elizabeth’s name flashed on his screen. Beside him, Amelia was receiving a call from Tiffany. She inhaled deeply, then answered the call. Tiffany instantly launched into an interrogation, and demanded, “Babe, where are you now?

Are you all right?” “Tiff, I’m fine. I was talking to Oscar. I’ll head downstairs once I’m done,” Amelia replied patiently. Tiffany let out an audible sigh of relief. “That old woman isn’t making things difficult for you on purpose, is she?” Tiffany fumed. “It’s just Oscar and me now,” Amelia informed her. Tiffany wasn’t too pleased with Oscar, but ultimately she wanted Amelia to have a blissful marriage. Oscar was the only one who Amelia loved, and they were about to have a child together. For all these reasons, Tiffany still hoped for Amelia and Oscar’s relationship to flourish. Marriage, after all, was a sacred union.

Tiffany was a novelist and naturally had her own views of love and marriage. She hadn’t been in many relationships, but she knew she should not be a catalyst in encouraging Amelia to break the marriage vows. Most important, Tiffany was reluctant to see Amelia end up in a divorce, and that superseded her personal views and dissatisfaction toward Oscar. Being a single mother was like walking an unbeaten path and not every woman could handle the challenges that came along. It was a terribly lonely journey, which included shouldering the responsibility of raising a child alone while living with the bitterness of a failed marriage.

“Have a good talk with Oscar then. Don’t throw tantrums at him,” Tiffany gently chided in a motherly tone. Amelia’s heart grew warm at her friend’s concern. However, she merely ribbed Tiffany, “Didn’t you say that you’d come to fetch me the moment it reached the half-hour mark?” “If Oscar were stupid enough to ask you to watch how he flirts with Cassie, I’d immediately come and get you with no questions asked. There’s no way I’m going to let you feel like a third party when you are with your own husband, Babe.” The tremendous indignation that Tiffany felt for her moved Amelia.

I’ll never be able to find a friend who cares for me this much! Amelia thought gratefully. Tiffany continued on the other end of the line, unaware of the wave of gratitude washing over Amelia. “Have a good chat with Oscar then. I won’t bother you two.” “All right.” Amelia hung up the phone, then turned towards Oscar who had just ended his call as well. “Was that Mrs. Yard?” Amelia inquired. Without waiting for Oscar’s reply, however, Amelia guessed that it must have been Elizabeth or Cassie on the other end of the line. Oscar’s smile had vanished, and his gaze turned icy. Apprehensively, Amelia asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Cassie’s awake,” Oscar replied shortly. Amelia laughed, masking the sadness in her eyes. She clenched her fists, then slowly relaxed them. “If Ms. Yard is awake, then you don’t have to worry anymore, Mr. Clinton. Go on back quickly. If Ms. Yard doesn’t see you, she’ll start to overthink things. She just had a miscarriage, and I’ve heard from more experienced elderly that women who have been through that are as weak as those who’ve just given birth. If she isn’t well taken care of, she may get ill again.” Oscar gazed intently at Amelia. The look of vulnerability in her eyes was quickly replaced by a determined strength that shone through.

Oscar had been married to Amelia for five years, yet the magnitude of her resilience still astounded him. How could his heart not ache for her? At the moment, Oscar could not promise that he’d be with Amelia till her dying day. However, she longer occupied a small place in Oscar’s heart. Not only did Amelia make his heart flutter, but he’d also yearned many times to draw her into his embrace and keep her sheltered from all obstacles. Other than that affair with Cassie, Oscar had never gotten involved with any other women. He thus had no proper frame of reference to decide whether the affection that Amelia stirred within him was love or something else. Caring for Amelia came from pure instinct.