Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197 Never Mess With A Woman

Oscar’s expression contorted as he slowly clenched his fists.

Stephanie immediately zipped her mouth shut.

Gazing at her, Oscar left his last words. “You’d better watch out.”

With that, he spun on his heels and stalked out.

Stephanie was left alone standing at the window. She happened to look down and immediately grabbed the wall in fear. “Oscar, come back! I’m afraid of heights!” Alas, there was no reply.

In the end, she had to climb down herself in humiliation.

When Stephanie finally reached the ground, she let out a relieved sigh. Sweat dotted her forehead, making her a disheveled mess.

Lying on the ground, she couldn’t stop a chill from running down her spine. She didn’t even know when she got up and left the building.

Oscar had already left a while ago. He entered his car and dialed a number. “Kurt, is it done?”

“Mr. Clinton, it’s all sorted out. What about his family?”

“Leave them alone, but cut off all their financial resources. His children are adults now and can support themselves.”

“Got it, Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar told him an address. “Since it’s done, come drink with me here.”

He went to the biggest karaoke in the city and paid for a private room. There, he ordered a few bottles of whiskey.

Soon, the two bodyguards arrived.

They entered the private room and greeted him, “Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar sipped on his whiskey and gestured for them to take their seats.

Kurt and Donnie sat down as Oscar poured them drinks.

They were both overwhelmed by his action. To them, Oscar was a god-like existence who was good at making money, controlling interest, and martial arts. He was even good at shooting, so they found him invincible.

“Thank you, Mr. Clinton,” they said in unison.

Oscar raised his glass, so they followed suit.

After Oscar finished the contents of his glass in one gulp, Kurt noticed two empty whiskey bottles on the table.

Concerned, he said, “Mr. Clinton, you should stop lest your gastric pain strikes again.”

Oscar smiled bitterly and asked, “Be honest with me. Am I a good husband?”

The two bodyguards exchanged glances.

Kurt figured that Stephanie must’ve said something to provoke Oscar. Otherwise, the latter wouldn’t have asked that question.

After a brief deliberation, Kurt replied, “Mr. Clinton, you might be stern, but you treat your employees well and pay us handsomely. Of course, you never mistreated Mrs. Clinton. At the very least, you never stopped giving her an allowance.”

Oscar refilled his glass and gulped it down.

Bitterness spread in his heart. Looks like everyone knows how I only provided for her financially. I’ve never shown any concern to her. No wonder my sister was bold enough to hire a hitman to harm her. It was all my fault.

Without realizing it, Oscar had done many things to harm Amelia.

Previously, he didn’t know his true feelings and could carry on with his life easily. But now that he finally realized how he felt about Amelia, he couldn’t help but regret being an indifferent and arrogant man back then.

I used to be a self-righteous man, but Amelia fell in love with me, anyway. I’m proud of her. Still, I can’t help but feel sorry and guilty. I’m a b*stard for ignoring her for the past five years.

“Kurt, Donnie, you’ve been working for me for some time. Tell me. Am I a good husband to Amelia?”

Both Kurt and Donnie looked at each other again. Mr. Clinton is acting strangely today.

This time, it was still Kurt who offered a reply. He coughed lightly before stating, “Mr. Clinton, it’s your fifth wedding anniversary in a month’s time. No matter what, you’ve been together for a long while, right? If you think you can do better, then you can just treat Mrs. Clinton better from now on. What use is there in you dwelling in the past?”

Oscar stilled for a moment before he broke into a smile.

He raised his glass and gradually relaxed.

“You’re right. It’s that simple, but I got into a dead end. Indeed, the onlooker sees most of the game. I’m glad you’re here to give me advice.” Oscar took another sip of his drink.

At that, Kurt and Donnie allowed themselves to breathe a sigh of relief.

It seemed that not only were they responsible for protecting Oscar, but they also had to resolve his dilemma in love.

It wasn’t easy to be a bodyguard nowadays. Besides having fighting skills, one would also require a smart and adapting brain to advise one’s employer whenever needed.

“My bodyguard,” came Oscar’s nonchalant reply.

Tiffany was taken aback by his answer. She gave Kurt a once-over and remarked, “I thought bodyguards are supposed to be ugly and stone-faced, but your bodyguard is a hunk. He’s tall and handsome! Mr. Clinton, I think he’s even hotter than you!”

Kurt’s lips twitched in disbelief. She must’ve said that on purpose. Is she trying to get me fired?

Oscar shot Tiffany a look, and she shrugged in response.

Clearly, she didn’t care about his reaction.

Stretching her hand out with a smile, she introduced herself. “Hello there, handsome. My name’s Tiffany Winters. Nice to meet you. What is your name?”

Kurt hesitated, trying to keep his cool.

Tiffany blinked innocently and started dissing Oscar. “Mr. Clinton, your bodyguard looks exactly like you! I told you not to be so aloof, right? Look, your bodyguard got that from you. What a waste of his handsome face.”

The ends of Kurt’s lips twitched vigorously at her words.

Inwardly, he couldn’t help but admire Tiffany’s courage. No one has ever dissed Mr. Clinton in front of him. She must be the first woman to do so! Is she impetuous? Or is she a fool?

She must be a fool, he decided.

That was Kurt’s evaluation of Tiffany from his first impression. She’s a bold fool.

If Tiffany knew Kurt labeled her as a fool, she would have taken off her sneakers right then without hesitation and throw them at him.

Although Kurt’s impression of Tiffany wasn’t a good one, he still stuck his hand out to shake the woman’s hand.

“Hello, my name is Kurt Alfsen,” he introduced himself politely.

After shaking his hand, Tiffany made a thumbs-up gesture and praised, “Kurt Alfsen, right? You’re so much better than Mr. Clinton. I’m sure Amelia will like you.”

Kurt was at a loss for words now. When he saw how Oscar scowled in displeasure at Tiffany’s revengeful remark, his stress elevated to a new height.

When Oscar glared at Tiffany, the latter shrugged and continued, “Mr. Clinton, don’t look at me that way. I’m just telling the truth. Your bodyguard is way cuter than you, and Amelia adores adorable guys.”

Kurt could feel his back sweating profusely.

Never mess with a woman, indeed.