Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 59

Amelia gave him a sidelong glance and remarked, “Mr. Clinton, looks like we’ll never reach a compromise in this negotiation.”

Oscar forcefully turned her chin so that she was facing him. With a rare look of sincerity, he said, “As long as you stay, I’ll increase your allowance.”

Amelia flashed him a charming smile. “No.”

“Can’t you be more obedient and stop worrying me?” Oscar pinched her cheeks.

Slapping his hands away, she snuggled under the blankets and lay on the bed. Then, she evicted him out of the room. “Mr. Clinton, I’m shocked by what you did earlier. Spend the night in the guest room today. Good night.”

Oscar stared straight at her. “Move over. I’ll sleep with you.”

“I’ll go to the guest room then if you prefer to sleep here.”

Forcefully pinning her to the bed, Oscar insisted, “There’s gotta be a limit to your tantrum. Sleep now. I won’t touch you for the night. Be a good girl and sleep, okay?”

“Mr. Clinton, you changed your mind at the very last minute when you said you were going to divorce me; and now you’re forbidding me from going to Saspiuburg. Are you perhaps in love with me?” Amelia glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, asking a question that had been on her mind for a while now.

Oscar lowered his head and kissed her. It wasn’t until Amelia felt like she was running out of breath did the man release her. “Stop your wild imagination and sleep.”

A look of disappointment flashed across her eyes. If Oscar were to say that he prohibited her from going because he could not bear to part with her, she would still stay despite the risk that he might discover that she was pregnant. Unfortunately, he did not even want to make that promise to her.

Closing her eyes, she said, “Ms. Yard is coming back soon. I could move aside for the both of you if I were to go to Saspiuburg. If you insist on me staying here, it’ll be really awkward for the three of us.”

He pulled her into his arms and assured her, “I’ll settle this issue, so don’t you worry.”

“Can you tell me how you’re going to do that? Are you going to make me your ex-wife and Ms. Yard your wife? In that case, we won’t have anything to do with each other anymore. Or are you going to make me your mistress while Ms. Yard becomes your wife?” asked Amelia mockingly.

Oscar gazed at her broodingly. “Amelia, you’re crossing the line.”

Pouting, she retorted, “Mr. Clinton, you’re abusing your authority because you don’t know how to rebuke me.”

“I know a lot of things. Do you want to test it out?”

As he spoke, he pressed his body against hers.

Naturally, she could feel the change in his body and her face clouded over. God, I thought we were having a serious discussion. How could his mind wander off to somewhere else?

She was utterly speechless.

“Mr. Clinton, I’m saying this again—I must attend the training in Saspiuburg.”

“I dare you to do that. Otherwise, your new lover’s company shall be my first target. Go ahead to Saspiuburg if you don’t mind me destroying his company.”

Oscar did not want to use his authority to oppress her, but he had no other choice if that was what it takes to control her.

She gazed at him, her thoughts evident through her gaze. Oscar, can you be even more despicable and shameless than this?

“Amelia, don’t blame me for using such underhanded methods. I’m a businessman, so I’ll never do anything that’ll incur losses. Just admit that you’ve lost,” persuaded Oscar as he stroked her face.

Amelia stared at him fixedly and asked, “Mr. Clinton, can you tell me what exactly you want?”

Kissing her forehead, Oscar replied, “Nothing. I just want to hug you to sleep.”

Suddenly remembering something, he continued, “Oh, right, here’s another reminder—if you’re gonna leave, it’ll all boil down to Carter’s abilities to sustain his company. There are not a lot of people in this city who dare to offend the Clintons.”

“Don’t try to scare me, Mr. Clinton. The Scotts are just as powerful as the Clintons. With distant relatives in politics as well and a vast network of relationships, they don’t pale in comparison to the Clintons at all. I’m sure Abel will not watch idly by as his grandson gets trampled by others,” retorted Amelia.

“Seems like you know the Scotts quite well. You’ve spent quite some effort to win the favor of your new lover, huh?”

Oscar’s tone was indifferent, his emotions unreadable from his voice.

“Amelia, you may understand the Scotts well, but do you know that Abel has always wanted his grandson to take over the family’s business? He never hoped for this company, which Carter has spent so much effort founding, to even exist. If you don’t want me to give him a helping hand, don’t go to Saspiuburg. Otherwise, I’m sure Abel will be pleased to see me destroy Carter’s company. I’m not even scared of going up against the Scott Group, let alone his tiny company.”

Amelia cast her gaze downward and remained silent.

Kissing her hair, Oscar whispered, “Don’t be scared of me, Amelia. I’m doing this for your sake.”

She closed her eyes and said faintly, “Let’s sleep.”

Oscar held his tongue.

While Amelia fell asleep slowly in his embrace, he gazed at her with an obsessed look. He mumbled, “You foolish woman. I don’t know how I feel about you, but I just don’t want you to suddenly leave my grasp.”

Oscar gradually drifted to sleep.

When he woke up the next day, Amelia was not in bed anymore. He peered into the bathroom, but she was nowhere to be seen. Upon leaving the bedroom, he saw her eating breakfast and chatting with Molly.

Molly was the first to spot Oscar, who was standing upstairs. She grinned and said, “You’re awake, Mr. Clinton. Come down for breakfast.”