“Babe, I’ve misunderstood you.”
Amelia shook her head and replied, “Tiff, I haven’t spoken a single bad word about the Scotts these few years because I want to put them behind me. Now I’ve really done it. I’ve gotten over both my feelings for Carter and my hatred for the Scotts. The Scotts have always been unreasonable, only doing the things that they think are right. Back then when they planned to frame me for betraying the company, they already knew that their own company would also incur great losses but still did it anyway. Hence, there’s no point in trying to reason with such people. The more you try to fight them, the more they will get back at you. So, the only way to deal with them is to ignore them. That way, even if they wanted to cause trouble, they couldn’t. Naturally, they’ll stop after a while.”
Tiffany looked defeated as she replied, “You’re so good with your words. What else can I say? I can only admit that I have lost.”
Amelia laughed. “We’ve known each other for so long, what’s there to win or lose? Come on, I want to go eat natto.”
Tiffany turned to Amelia with a look of disgust. “Can you please have more normal taste buds? I know a pregnant woman’s taste buds will change, but why do you have to crave for natto specifically? It’s a very acquired taste.”
Amelia guffawed, she was in a very good mood.
They then went to get themselves some natto and chestnuts.
While eating, Tiffany asked, “Babe, if that old hag really gives Oscar your old pictures with Carter, what are you going to do?”
“We don’t even have any shameful pictures together. Even if there were photos of us acting very close with each other, it was over a long time ago. Don’t tell me the Clintons are going to pester me about something that happened in the past?”
Tiffany understood what she meant, but she also knew that the minds of the rich worked in different ways. They cared a lot about their reputations, so it was unlikely that they would not take any action at all.
“I think you should just talk to Oscar about this. Although he can be petty, flirtatious, and is quite possessive sometimes, he’s still pretty reliable when the situation calls for it.”
Amelia looked at Tiffany, amused. Was that a compliment? I think so!
Tiffany stared at Amelia and said, “I’m not kidding since the Scotts are really weird. Only Oscar can handle them. Moreover, you’re his wife. Since you’re being bullied, he’ll definitely stand up for you.”
Amelia was dumbfounded. “Tiff, stop that nonsense.”
“Babe, I’m serious. Judging by that old hag’s temper, she’d be willing to do anything. What if she gets her hands on any unfavorable pictures of you and Carter? Like, what if there was one with Carter stealing a kiss from you while you were sleeping? It’s easy for people to make up all sorts of stories with such a picture.”
Amelia poked her in the forehead. “Stop that. Don’t treat my life as one of the stories in your novels.”
Tiffany retorted, “Stories originate from reality. If I had nothing to refer to, where would I get my inspiration from?”
It is useless trying to argue with an author.
When they were done eating, Tiffany said, “I am serious about what I said just now. You can’t just take that old hag lightly. Only Oscar can keep her in line.”
Amelia simply shook her head as she smiled.
Tiffany then changed the subject. “What should we eat next?”
“I want to eat ice cream.”
Tiffany looked at her in surprise. “Babe, are you okay? Are you sure you want to eat ice cream while pregnant?”
“I just had a sudden craving.”
“No, ice cream is too cold. You’ve already eaten so much nonsense just now. If you eat ice cream now, your stomach won’t be able to handle it.”
“Just one.”
“I won’t even let you take one bite,” refused Tiffany.
“Babe, I really want to eat it. My baby’s also saying ‘Tiffy, I want to eat. If you don’t let me, I’ll cry.’“
Watching Amelia acting cute, Tiffany could only give in. She finally relented and said, “Fine, but you can only have one.”
Amelia nodded.
In the end, Amelia ate three. Tiffany was worried and said, “Babe, stop eating. What if your stomach hurts later on?”
However, Amelia had not eaten her fill. “For some reason, the ice cream today is really delicious. I just can’t stop eating it.”
Tiffany glared at her. “Don’t complain to me about a stomachache later.”
Amelia grabbed her hand and laughed. “Okay, don’t be angry.”
“Are you done?” Tiffany said helplessly, “If you are, let’s go shopping for clothes.”
Amelia shook her head and replied, “I don’t want to go shopping. Let’s just go home.”
“Didn’t we agree to go shopping?”
“I’m a little tired. Your godson says he’s tired and wants to sleep.”
“You’re so full of nonsense. You keep on using my godson or goddaughter as a shield.” Tiffany did not know what to do with Amelia. “Let’s go back then.”
Amelia simply smiled.
Tiffany then drove Amelia back to her neighborhood. Just as she parked the car, Tiffany noticed Oscar walking over toward them.
Tiffany nudged Amelia, signaling her to follow her gaze. Amelia then noticed Oscar as well.
“Looks like the two of you are really fated, being able to meet each other on a weekday. Honestly though, at least Oscar is more reliable than Carter. Even though he’s kind of a scumbag, but at least he didn’t abandon you while you’re pregnant,” whispered Tiffany.
Amelia jabbed Tiffany with her elbow then shot her a warning glance.
Oscar walked over briskly, keeping his eyes on Amelia. “Where did you go?”
“I went to get some food with Tiff. Aren’t you supposed to be at work? Why are you back?”
“I miss you,” said Oscar easily, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
As a third wheel, Tiffany could sense romance in the air. It was clear that the pair of them had some feelings for each other.
Tiffany faked a cough and said, “Mr. Clinton, could the two of you consider the people around you before flirting with each other so openly? It’s way too inappropriate.”
Amelia glared at her disapprovingly.
Oscar looked toward Tiffany and replied, “Your job is done. You can leave now.” The one thing Oscar was close to doing was to ask Tiffany to get lost outright.
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