Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259 You Are Not Her Type

Isabella couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. With her striking features and curves, she was constantly surrounded by men. Being ignored by both Oscar and Kurt made her slightly humiliated.

“Kurt,” warned Amelia. “Isabella is a guest.”

Hearing that, Kurt stretched out his hand and said coolly, “Hello. I am Kurt Alfsen.”

Isabella flashed a wry smile. “No wonder Oscar hired you to be his bodyguard. You’re more imposing than the usual bodyguards.”

Instead of answering her, Kurt took Tony from Amelia. “Your arm has just healed, so I’ll hold Tony.”

Seeing that, Isabella suddenly said, “Amelia, you and Kurt look more like a couple. Together with Tony, you look like the perfect family.” It wasn’t sure whether she did it on purpose.

Amelia threw her a sideways glance.

Isabella covered her lips as though she had just realized her mistake.

With an apologetic tone, she said, “I’m sorry, Amelia. I didn’t mean anything else. It was just a casual remark. You both look every inch the perfect couple. Your looks complement each other, and I find that pleasing to the eye.”

Kurt gave her a sharp gaze. “Apologize to her.”

For a moment, Isabella didn’t quite get what he meant.

“Apologize,” he repeated sternly.

Isabella was confused.

With Tony in one arm, he appeared before Isabella in a flash and grabbed her neck with his right hand. He lifted her up by force and announced frostily, “I hate women who are presumptuous.”

Isabella’s face turned red from the chokehold. She slapped Kurt’s hand and kicked her feet around frantically to free herself.

Amelia gave a start. “Kurt, release her!” she yelled.

In response, Kurt tossed her unceremoniously to the ground. Once Isabella landed on the ground, she was invigorated again. After taking a few deep breaths, she glared at Kurt angrily. Before she could unleash her wrath, the door opened, and Oscar strode in.

Her angry expression immediately disappeared as she dissolved into pitiful sobs.

Oscar spared her a brief glance. “What’s wrong?” he asked Amelia.

Amelia had no words to explain the bizarre situation.

Kurt revealed stonily, “I taught her a lesson for trying to stir things up. If you’re upset, I’ll willingly get punished.”

Oscar couldn’t be bothered about Isabella’s plight. “Are you all right, Amelia?” he inquired gently.

Amelia shook her head.

Feeling utterly humiliated, Isabella scrambled to her feet and exclaimed indignantly, “Oscar, Amelia, is this how you treat a guest?”

Oscar knitted his brows, for he hated it when women tried to approach him with ulterior motives.

“I’m sorry, Isabella. Kurt doesn’t like it when strangers get close to him. Please forgive him for his rude action. I’ll treat you to a meal sometime later, all right?” Amelia offered in an effort to appease her.

Wiping her tears dry, Isabella replied firmly, “Amelia, I’m not pinning the blame on you. I want him to apologize to me. I was just trying to be nice, but he mistreated me. I don’t deserve that, so please ask him to apologize.”

Amelia bobbed her head before turning to Kurt. “Kurt, you were too harsh to her. Hurry up and apologize to Ms. Walker. You can’t be rude to our guest.”

Obediently, Kurt apologized to Isabella readily. However, his expression remained stoic.

Isabella bit back her anger and pretended to be easy-going. “I’ll forgive you this once. Amelia, let’s head down. I had been back for months but didn’t manage to visit you often. Mrs. Clinton told me you’re a great chef. If you don’t mind, can you teach me how to cook?” she inquired eagerly.

Amelia was stunned. She had no idea what Isabella was getting at. She’s an heiress, so there’s no need for her to cook personally.

A woman would only cook for her loved ones. Isabella was the apple of the eye of the wealthy and affluent Walker family. They were extremely powerful in the country even though they resided overseas for most of the time.

Before Amelia could say anything, Oscar answered on her behalf, “Amelia isn’t free. Ms. Walker, you should get yourself a teacher.”

Isabella glanced at him before asking, “Oscar, do you dislike me?”

“Yes,” came Oscar’s curt reply.

She burst into giggles. “Why? Oscar, a gentleman wouldn’t disgrace a lady. Yes, I had just returned from Anglandur, and you might feel uncomfortable by my style, but that’s no reason for you to dislike me.”

“You might be a smart lady, but I admire capable women instead of women who loved showing off how smart they are,” Oscar told her in a straightforward manner. He didn’t bother sparing her pride.

Isabella was rather embarrassed.

“I don’t understand, Oscar.”

Oscar put an arm around Amelia’s waist and answered, “Forget it, then. Amelia, let’s go.”

With that, he left with Amelia in tow. Kurt had disappeared with Tony earlier. When Oscar and Amelia were no longer in sight, he showed up before Isabella, causing her to backtrack in fear.

“You’re too ugly to be Boss’ match,” he announced brutally.

Isabella’s expression hardened. “Come again?” she demanded.