As Amelia carefully blow-dried Oscar’s hair, running her hand through it, she was hit by a bout of nostalgia. After all, this was their routine in the first two years of their marriage. Sadly, such interactions had become hard to come by in the last two years.
Amelia did cherish these little, tender moments. However, she couldn’t look past the fact that Oscar had fallen for someone else. Despite her continued efforts, he just didn’t seem to care.
“Mr. Clinton, I’ve heard that men with coarse hair dote on their wives. What a lucky woman Ms. Yard would be when you marry her,” Amelia remarked.
Oscar, who had been enjoying being pampered, simply asked, “Why would you say that?”
“It was just a passing thought.” Amelia chuckled.
“Are you jealous?”
Amelia placed the hairdryer down and wrapped herself around Oscar’s neck, taking in his scent. “Do I have the right to be jealous?”
“What do you think?” Oscar asked, lifting her chin.
Tears immediately welled up in Amelia’s eyes. “You only have eyes for Ms. Yard now. Even if I said I was jealous, you’d probably find me a nuisance, wouldn’t you?”
Oscar promptly let go of her chin and pushed her away. The coldness returned to his eyes. “I’m glad you understand. As long as you don’t cause any trouble, I promise you your rightful share after our divorce.”
Amelia lay in bed and smiled. “Mr. Clinton, you’re far too generous with your money. No wonder so many women have come and gone, and yet, no one has had any complaints. Money really makes the world go round.”
Oscar shot her a look. “Let’s just sleep.”
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