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.

Giving her a stony look, Cassie warned, “Stop pushing your luck, Amelia Winters.”

At that, a loud laugh escaped Amelia.

“You are hilarious. I’m pushing my luck? It’s more like you’re pushing your luck.” Folding her arms, Amelia continued, “A question for you, Ms. Yard. You chose to ditch the wedding back then. Why are you back now? What do you love about Oscar?”

Amelia’s questions stumped Cassie.

“Another question for you. If the Clinton Corporations encounter a financial crisis, will you go through the tough times with him? You seem like a delicate flower.”

Cassie froze for a second. “You need not worry about that for me. Didn’t you marry Oz because of money back then? The Clintons and the Yards are families of equal status. Even if the Clintons have a financial crisis, the Yards will lend a helping hand. My parents only have one daughter; they can’t bear to see me suffer. That’s why your hypothetical situation will never come true.”

Shrugging, Amelia responded, “You can think of it as me being too worried. But you haven’t answered this: what is your aim for clinging to Oscar after your abrupt return? Don’t tell me it’s because of love. Oscar only believes in that answer because he’s in love with you. On the other hand, I’m not stupid.”

“I’m back because I love him. He loves me, too. You’ve been Mrs. Clinton for too long now; isn’t it time for you to leave the title behind?”

“What if I say no?”

Cassie confidently laughed. “I’m afraid this isn’t up to you. Oz promised me yesterday that he’ll divorce you as soon as possible, and he never lies to me.”

“I’m afraid I have to disappoint you, Ms. Yard. Just a moment ago, I asked him if he’s going to divorce me, and he told me that he hasn’t made up his mind. So I’m still Mrs. Clinton while you can only be a mistress,” Amelia crowed.

With colors draining from her face, Cassie seethed, “That’s impossible. Oz loves me! If he tells me he’s marrying me, he will.”

Amelia raised her brows and shrugged. “Maybe he was completely captivated by you four years ago, but your escape from your marriage turned him into the laughingstock of the upper-class society. Do you think a man can bear with that humiliation? If I were he, I would be kind just by not taking revenge on you. Hence, let me advise you—don’t think too highly of yourself.”

Hearing her words, Cassie began to tremble from agitation.

“I did it for my future back then, and Oz will understand it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have waited for me for four years.”

“Ms. Yard, are you sure that Oscar waited for you for four years? Why am I his wife, then?”

Glancing at her, Cassie suddenly returned to a calm state and uttered, “He’s a man. A great man like Oz has physical needs when I’m not around him. It’s fine for him to have a woman to deal with his needs while I’m absent.”

If Cassie had not been a daughter of a prominent family, Amelia would be shocked by those words. That explanation was not something an ordinary person could begin to understand.