“What’s wrong with you today? Why are you so angry?” Oscar asked with knitted brows.
Amelia sniggered. “Why? Are you saying that I should greet you with a smile every day?”
Oscar marched toward Amelia, grabbed her by the shoulders, and spun her around. Looking deep into her eyes, he asked, “Tell me, why are you angry with me?”
Amelia returned his gaze absently. “Mr. Clinton, I’m just a little tired. I’m not mad at you.”
“Yes, you are,” Oscar retorted. “You’re throwing a tantrum.”
Amelia laughed bitterly as she tried to think of an excuse. “Mr. Clinton, women are generally harder to understand. I’m just feeling a little emotional right now. That’s all.”
To her relief, Oscar believed her.
“You’re impossible to deal with,” he muttered.
Amelia only nodded half-heartedly.
He continued, “Well, since you aren’t feeling well, make sure you rest early tonight then. As for our divorce papers, I’ll get the lawyer to call you once they’re ready to be signed.”
Amelia stiffened a little. She wasn’t in a mood to ask any more questions, so she simply nodded her head.
“I still have work to do. You can go to bed first. I’ll just sleep in the study if it gets too late,” the man added. As he slowly turned to walk away, he suddenly felt a tug at his sleeve.
“Wait,” Amelia exclaimed as she reached for his hand.
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