Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 25

At that sight, Oscar began to give in. He slowly let go of her and muttered, “You can’t get too close to other men without my permission.”

Amelia leaned onto him and whispered, “Mr. Clinton, are you genuinely jealous?”

Oscar gave her a quick glance. “Return to your seat. I’m going to drive now.”

However, instead of heeding his words, she pushed her luck by landing a kiss on his cheek. “Mr. Clinton, what do you think about doing one round in the car?”

Oscar’s eyes darkened. The way he looked at Amelia was like a snake who found its prey. However, it did not take him long to be calm again as he frigidly voiced, “Stop seducing me and return to your seat.”

“You’ve become less romantic, Mr. Clinton,” Amelia mumbled under her breath and obediently sat back into her seat, buckling her seatbelt.

After driving back, Oscar received a call, informing him to pick up the person in charge of the collaboration in Erihal, who had arrived in Tayhaven.

To the person on the other end of the call, Oscar replied, “Okay. Book a flight to Tayhaven for eight in the morning tomorrow. You’re coming with me.”

Hanging up the phone, he turned to tell Amelia, “I’ll be going on a business trip. We’ll talk about the divorce when I’m back.”

He then unbuckled his seatbelt and left. Amelia, who was still in the car, heaved a sigh of relief. In fact, she was hoping that Oscar was pushing back their divorce because he still had a trace of reluctance to leave her.

Although she knew that this was only her wishful thinking, she did not want to give up on any hope she could find.

When she thought about how Oscar might be a little reluctant to leave her, the flame of hope for her marriage with Oscar burned anew.

“Why are you still in the car? Come out.” Oscar had returned without her knowing, and he was frowning.

Recollecting herself, she looked at Oscar and smiled as her mood lifted. Oscar, as long as you feel a little something for me, I’ll never give you up to Cassie.

Amelia unbuckled her safety belt to get down from the car. She then walked toward Oscar and hooked her arm around his. Smiling brightly at him, she asked, “Mr. Clinton, did you not want to leave me behind?”

He rolled his eyes at her. “I’m going on a business trip tomorrow. As my wife, shouldn’t you at least pack my luggage for me?”

Although he was ordering her around, Amelia still beamed, “I’m such a devoted wife, Mr. Clinton. Why don’t you pack me and bring me along?”