Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 53

“Don’t ask for a mile just because you get an inch, Amelia, or you’ll end up with nothing when I divorce you.”

Amelia gazed at him calmly. “You said so yourself that we’re divorcing soon, Mr. Clinton. If I were to work at the Clinton Corporations, do I have to stay and watch everyone point fingers at me after the divorce, or would I have to get the hell out of the company?”

“You can stay if you want.”

“You’re saying you want everyone at work to put me down?”

“Work and personal affairs are two separate matters; this is a rule that Clinton Corporations addresses strictly. Everyone who works there knows what not to say, so you don’t have to worry.”

“You’re the president, Mr. Clinton, so it’s a given that no one will say nasty things about you. But I’m not like you. I’d be nothing if I weren’t Mrs. Clinton! I might not even last five days if people were to start gossiping about me.”

“It’s not like you’re a modest woman in the first place.”

Amelia clammed up.

After a long while, she spoke up. “I may be brazen and shameless, Mr. Clinton, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy being made a circus of.”

Oscar rose to his feet. “If you insist on going to Saspiuburg, sure, but we’ll sign the divorce papers before you leave. I don’t like to raise a pet that doesn’t obey my commands.”

Amelia’s expression changed before she wrapped herself around Oscar’s neck. “But Mr. Clinton, can you really bear to leave me?”

Oscar’s gaze darkened for a brief moment. Then, he gently squeezed the woman’s waist with his right arm. “As long as you obey me, you’ll still be Mrs. Clinton.”

“But I’ll only be in Saspiuburg for a few months,” Amelia said coquettishly. “I’ll be back right after my training, so can we not get divorced yet?”

“Well, who’s the one who wanted to get a divorce while we were on the road?”

“Hmm? Who was it? There’s no way any woman would ever let go of a big fish like you, Mr. Clinton. You’re just too amazing.”

“Big fish?”

“You’re rich and handsome, and you come from such a good family. A man like you is a rare gem! I’d never let go of you so easily, Mr. Clinton. You know how much I love money,” Amelia explained enthusiastically.

Oscar kept his hand on her waist. “If you’re so afraid of someone else snatching me away, why would you still choose to go to Saspiuburg?”

“That’s because I’ve been asked to by my company. Besides, now that your true love has returned, I’d rather not stay here.”

Oscar gave her nose a light pinch. “Go to bed. I’ll think about this whole Saspiuburg issue.”

With that, Oscar let go of Amelia and headed straight upstairs.

Amelia gazed at his back as her mind fell into a mess. She had no idea what Oscar was up to.

Oscar had always been a tough nut to crack. Apart from giving all the little kindness that he had to Cassie, the man was always cold to every other woman. But today, he had celebrated her birthday with her and even prepared her a gift. Although Amelia received such gifts every year, this time, Oscar had specifically ordered someone to make the necklace and had their initials carved on it. Wasn’t this a token of his love, then?

Amelia headed upstairs too, only to realize that the door had been locked as she attempted to enter the bedroom. Seriously, how childish could he be?

“Open the door, Mr. Clinton!” she called out while banging on the door.

Yet, the door remained locked despite her shouting numerous times.

Amelia stared at the tightly shut door in distress. Aren’t women usually the ones who would behave this way? I can’t believe he locked me out! Did I do something to piss him off?

She continued to pound on the door, but the man inside refused to open it. Thus, she had no other choice but to use the guest room. Fortunately, Tiffany often slept in there, so Amelia didn’t have to worry about not having any pillows and blankets. Then, she brought the pajamas she had prepared for Tiffany to the bathroom, took a hot bath, and got into bed. Suddenly, a knock came on the door.

Amelia opened it and found Oscar standing outside in his pajamas.

“Come back and sleep.”

“Didn’t you lock me out, Mr. Clinton?” Amelia asked with a smile that didn’t reach her ears.

“I didn’t hear you knocking. I was taking a shower.”

Amelia merely smiled and chose not to expose his childish antics.

As they returned to the master bedroom, Amelia crawled into bed and waited for Oscar to join her. Then, she cuddled up into his arms ever so naturally.

“Were you throwing a tantrum, Mr. Clinton?” the woman asked with a smile.

“Cut those ridiculous thoughts. I did no such thing.” Oscar held onto her, and the two looked like a real couple.

“Let’s sleep.”

Lying peacefully in his arms, the woman quickly fell into a slumber.

Amelia woke up early the next morning and gazed at a sleeping Oscar in satisfaction. Then, she brazenly planted a kiss on his chin. But just as she was about to move away, the woman felt her body being raised as Oscar engulfed her lips in his.

The man proceeded to French kiss her. After separating, Amelia panted slightly while grinning at him. “You’re awake, Mr. Clinton.”