Amelia’s heart ached terribly as if someone had just slashed it with a dagger.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to suppress the bitter feeling rising within her. She opened her eyes and gazed at Oscar playfully. “Mr. Clinton, are you that afraid of me falling in love with you?”
Oscar flipped the blanket away and got out of the bed, revealing his muscular body.
He dressed himself up meticulously and gazed down at Amelia, who was still lying on the bed. “Amelia, you shouldn’t fall in love with me. Hide your so-called love, or I’ll consider ending our marriage earlier.”
Amelia got off the bed and walked up to Oscar, wrapping her arms around his strong waist.
“Mr. Clinton, don’t you think that you’re being too ruthless? No matter what, I’m still your wife. Can’t you just lie to me for a while?” she asked, sounding like she was on the verge of crying. Oscar paused in the middle of buttoning his shirt, thinking that Amelia, who was usually unfazed by everything, had actually cried.
He suddenly felt a bit bad. Yet, when he lifted her chin, all he saw was her bright smile. She did not look sad at all.
Pinching her chin, he said, “As long as you remain obedient and not have ulterior thoughts, I’ll let you be Mrs. Clinton for a longer while. With regards to money, I’ll definitely treat you well.”
Amelia leaned over and bit his chin gently. “Mr. Clinton, don’t worry. You’re not someone whom I can aim for. I was just joking with you earlier.”
“Good that you know,” replied Oscar.
A flash of disappointment appeared in her eyes. She had known Oscar for four years, and to him, she was never his wife but a tool.
Oscar couldn’t care less about Amelia’s thoughts as he fell asleep shortly after.
Amelia went to the bathroom and had a long bath. Washing away her fatigue, she wrapped a towel around herself and walked out of the bathroom.
She stood at the side of the bed, gazing at Oscar with complicated emotions flashing across her face.
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