Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 137

 Too Much to Bear, My Love Chapter 137 He Is Not That Bad After All

Tiffany gave her an understanding nod. This was the benefit of being rich. It would not take a lot of explanation for people to know your status.

“It seems like Oscar is not that bad after all. He might have another woman, but he still knows you’re his wife and doesn’t make things difficult for you. I’d really teach him a lesson if he didn’t acknowledge you as his wife,” Tiffany remarked.

“Well, he might not be able to give me his full devotion, but he’s actually quite nice to me,” Amelia said, coming to Oscar’s defense, “He makes sure I lack nothing and gave me a gold card with an unlimited spending limit. My life is actually pretty good compared to other women in my situation. It’s just that I got greedy and started coveting his heart. I forgot that life’s never perfect. We can’t have everything.”

“Babe, I don’t like how you’re talking about yourself. You can’t blame yourself for falling for him. It’s totally natural that you want him only to yourself. What’s wrong with that? Besides, you’re really tolerant of him. If I were you, I would have broken his limbs,” Tiffany replied.

Amelia smiled but did not answer.

Tiffany rubbed her nose consciously and fell into silence. She was just speaking her mind, but frankly speaking, if she had really fallen for someone, she would be heartbroken if that person had an affair. She would not even think about hurting him.

Although she professed to stay single, she still yearned for love. She hoped her Mr. Right would come to her one day too. It was just that dream died out slowly after a wait too long.

A knock came from the door. “Come in,” Tiffany said.

The waitress came in. “Mrs. Clinton, your friend is here.”

She moved aside and ushered Derrick in.

Amelia was stunned when she saw Derrick. It took her a few seconds to finally come around again. No one could stand unfazed in front of such an exquisite-looking being. Yet, despite her racing heartbeat and her awe of Derrick, she tried to compose herself.

He walked in confidently and browsed at Amelia casually before landing his gaze on Tiffany.

Amelia had already gathered herself when Derrick came closer to the table. A polite smile hung on her lips as she stood up and shook his hand.

“You must be Mr. Hisson. Nice to meet you.”

“Just Derrick will do. And you are…?”

“Amelia Winters. Tiff and I share the same last name, but we’re not related. We’ve been friends for many years. Just call me Amelia,” she replied statement of factly.

Derrick took a quick and unnoticeable glance at Amelia as she introduced herself. He was impressed by her mannerism and demeanor. She had gotten on his good side just from their brief interaction.

Given his position, Derrick had met many remarkable and elegant women on different occasions. But Amelia gave him a very good impression; most importantly, she was Tiffany’s most trusted confidant. Hence, he would like to be in her good book.

“Amelia. That’s a lovely name. I’ve worked with Mr. Clinton a few times. I heard he’s married, but I never knew it was you. Now that I’ve met you in person, I can only say that he’s a lucky man,” Derrick complimented.

“It’s really nice of you to say that. I’ve heard about you from Tiff too. It’s just that I didn’t expect you to actually be so eye-catching. You’re just like a prince who walked out of an anime.”

“Oh, Tiff talked about me?” Derrick caught the most important information and glanced at Tiffany.

Tiffany met his gaze and her cheeks were pumped red instantly. Her heart began to beat faster at that question.

Why am I like this every time I see him? This man will be the death of me.

“Oh, yes! She talks about you a lot. She said you’re the one who discovered her talent, and that she wouldn’t be where she is today without you. She’s really grateful for your help.” Speaking, Amelia elbowed Tiffany. “What’s wrong with you? Your boss is here. Aren’t you going to talk to him?”

Tiffany took a deep breath and tried calming her racing heartbeat. “Good to see you, Mr. Hisson.”

“Derrick, not Mr. Hisson. We’re not at work,” he corrected, his voice particularly gentle compared to how he talked to Amelia earlier on. Derrick was not interested in being her employer, or her patron—he wanted her.

Tiffany evaded his gaze and disregarded what he said. “Take a seat, Mr. Hisson. Why don’t we order some food first? I believe everyone is hungry now. Amelia’s pregnant now, so she needs to eat on time.”

It was not until Tiffany mentioned it that Derrick realized Amelia had a baby bump.

“It’s so careless of me. I should’ve realized. Guess I got carried away talking to you. The baby must be a few months old already. Congratulations.”

“Thanks. Have a seat.”

Derrick went over to Tiffany’s side and sat on her right. Tiffany glared at him from the corner of her eyes and her heart started racing uncontrollably again.

“Mr. Hisson, I think you’re sitting way too close to me,” she said blatantly, “Don’t you think it’s a little…”

Tiffany did not know what else to say. It was not like she could say she was burning with embarrassment if he sat so close to her.