Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 48

Casting an odd look at him, Amelia stated, “Mr. Clinton, you’re crossing the line. We agreed on not interfering in each other’s work matters.”

“Your training in Saspiuburg must be just an excuse. What you actually want to do is to spend all day with that man. Amelia, do you think I’m stupid?”

Gazing at him coldly, Amelia said, “I love money but I’m not as lowly as you think I am. Please watch your words.”

“Amelia, you’re just a woman selling your body. Why are you putting yourself on the moral high ground?”

Hearing his words, Amelia paled.

“Since you think of me like that, why are you getting angry? If there isn’t anything else, I’ll shower first. I need to get rid of all this sweat.” With that said, Amelia spun around and went upstairs.

Oscar stared at her with frustration flashing past his eyes.

They used to be on good terms but he did not know when their relationship had turned as tense as this.

After Amelia entered the bedroom, she collapsed against the door as her legs weakened. For a moment, she thought she would be unable to support her pregnant body.

After leaning against the door for five minutes, Amelia finally took out a change of clothes and entered the bathroom. Once she was done with her hot shower, she felt more refreshed, and the gloominess in her heart slowly faded away.

Raising her hand to touch her belly, she lovingly muttered, “Sweetheart, don’t be scared. Even if your daddy doesn’t want us anymore, I’ll raise you into an adorable prince or a sweet princess. I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”

Abruptly, someone knocked thrice on the bathroom door. Oscar’s voice came from behind the door. “Are you done?”

After recollecting herself, Amelia opened the door and smiled at him. “Mr. Clinton, are you using the bathroom?”

Instead of replying to her question, Oscar looked at her and asked, “You’re not angry anymore?”

Amelia’s grin widened. “Was I ever angry?”

When he raised his hand to childishly pinched her face roughly, she yelped in pain.

Holding onto her cheek, she was sure that her face must have bruised. He must be some stray dog in his past life to be acting so rough.

“Are you a dog?” Amelia glared at him.

“If I were a dog, the first person I’ll bite to death would be you.”

“Mr. Clinton, regardless of everything, we’re still husband and wife. You don’t need to be that ruthless, do you?”

The only response from Oscar was a roll of his eyes.

Walking over to hug his waist from behind, Amelia mumbled, “Mr. Clinton, let’s not fight anymore, okay?”

Oscar replied, “As long as you stay good, naturally, I won’t fight with you.”

Rolling her eyes at that, Amelia muttered sweetly, “You’re paying me for this; I wish I could shower you with the sweetest words. Why would I dare to make you mad?”

Oscar’s mood suddenly lifted. “Quit your current job. I’ll arrange something else for you. The salary and benefits will be much better than what you have now.”

Those were words that Amelia would believe in.

However, she uttered, “Mr. Clinton, it’s stated on the contract that we won’t intervene in each other’s private affairs and work matters. You can’t tell me otherwise now.”

When Oscar turned to look at her, his stare made Amelia’s heart skip a beat. She actually felt a little guilty.

“What did Carter promise you? Or are you hiding something from me?”

“Mr. Clinton, you’re overthinking this. I don’t want to quit my job because I just like it. Back then, I was the one asking him to keep an eye out for job openings on my behalf. It’s awkward for me to now tell him that I want to quit.”

Prying her hands away from him, Oscar sat on the couch and scrutinized her keenly.

“Speak. What price did Carter give you?”

Amelia stood rigid for a moment before she realized what he meant.

A shudder ran down her spine, but soon, she regained her calmness. “Carter is born with a golden spoon. Although the Scotts are incomparable to the Clintons, he won’t offer an extremely low price. Moreover, as he does have some feelings for me, he might be even more generous than you.”

By now, Oscar’s eyes were blazed with wrath.

“Amelia, could you be any more immoral than this?”

“It’s normal for people to die for money, so what’s wrong with me wanting some? Mr. Clinton, why should you be angry with that?”

“Amelia, you’re the most shameless woman I’ve ever seen.” Oscar rose to his feet and left the house.