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Too Much to Bear My Love Chapter 51

Amelia looked at Oscar and asked, “Mr. Clinton, what’s wrong?”

Oscar replied, “There’s too many people here.”

Amelia took his hand and started swinging it like a love-struck idiot. She laughingly commented, “Mr. Clinton, you negotiate with people every day and handles accounts in the millions. I didn’t know you’d be scared of crowds.”

“I’m not scared of crowds; I just don’t like them. It’s noisy.”

Amelia held his hand more firmly and laughed. “Mr. Clinton, I’m sorry you have to suffer through the crowds today, but I’m the birthday girl and you promised to spend the whole day with me.”

Oscar pinched her nose lightly. “I’ve been neglecting you all this while; I’m making it up to you now for my past actions.”

Amelia chuckled. Though she knew Oscar’s affectionate behavior was but a temporary change, she was willing to indulge herself in his attentiveness.

“Mr. Clinton, thank you for today. This is the first time in our four years of marriage that you’ve acted like a real husband.”

Oscar glanced at her and asked in a puzzled tone, “Did I not treat you well in the past? I’ve been giving you a sizable allowance and I’ve always asked my secretary to buy you anything that you fancy. I’m not too sure if other rich men would be so kind to their toys.”

Amelia pursed her lips. “Mr. Clinton, like you said, you’ve treated me like a toy in the past. Today though, you’re treating me like a wife. And as a wife, of course, I’m happy when you’re being a romantic.”

Oscar pondered her words.

Amelia lifted her head and glanced at him. “It’s okay, Mr. Clinton. Just take my words with a pinch of salt. After tonight, we’ll be back to being contractors in a transactional relationship. There will be nothing more to it.”

Displeasure flashed across Oscar’s eyes.

“Amelia, do you not trust me?”

“Mr. Clinton, this is not a matter of trust. Your heart belongs to someone else”—as if to make her point, she pointed to his heart—”and no amount of effort is going to let me change that. It’s much easier if we just treat this as a contract.”

Oscar fell silent.

He appraised Amelia’s unusually calm demeanor, an indescribable emotion taking hold of him—an impulsive urge to pull her into his arms and say that he would not divorce her. But just as he lifted his arms, an image of Cassie flashed across his mind, washing away that feeling.

At that moment, Amelia’s phone started ringing. It was Tiffany.

“Tiff,” Amelia answered.

“Happy birthday, Babe! I was rushing a deadline yesterday and I almost forgot to send you a wish on your birthday. Come over, I’ve prepared a birthday cake for you.” Tiffany’s cheerful voice came through the receiver.

Amelia smiled. “Okay, I’ll be over in a jiff.”

Tiffany continued talking for a while, with Amelia voicing her agreement several times.

Hanging up the phone, Amelia looked at Oscar and said smilingly, “Mr. Clinton, thank you for the surprise you’ve prepared for me today. I really liked it. Tiff’s prepared a cake for me as well and I’d like to go visit her. Do you wanna head home first? Or you can go visit Cassie if you like.”

Oscar grabbed her hand, much to Amelia’s shock. “Didn’t you say you’re the birthday girl and I’m not to leave your side the entire day? Let’s go then.”

Amelia’s smile was radiant. “Okay, let’s go.”

Oscar drove them to Tiffany’s neighborhood. He parked the car and together they went up to her place.

When Tiffany opened the door, she froze at the sight of Oscar standing next to Amelia. Amelia merely smiled and said, “I’ll tell you inside.”

Tiffany let them into her place.

After closing the door, Tiffany folded her arms and addressed Oscar, “Mr. Clinton, I hope you don’t mind my humble digs or I’ll have to invite you out.”

Oscar was nonplussed at Tiffany’s sarcasm as he surveyed her modest home.

Amelia tugged on Tiffany’s sleeve. “Tiff, it’s my birthday today. Please don’t make any funny comments for my sake.”

Though she looked displeased, she quickly brightened up and said, “I wonder what momentous occasion has brought you all the way to my house, Mr. Clinton. Please don’t tell me that you actually remembered Amelia’s birthday.”

Amelia tugged on her sleeves again and changed the topic. “Tiff, didn’t you say you got me a birthday cake and presents? Where are they?”

Tiffany eyed Amelia and said, “They’re in the living room.”

Amelia walked into the living room and saw a two-tier cake on the table. It wasn’t a big cake but the design was incredibly intricate. There was a photo of her on the cake along with a message that read: Happy birthday, Amelia! Stay elegant and pretty always!

The cake was decorated with a variety of fruits as well.

“Babe, your birthday will be over in two more hours. Make a wish, quick.”

Amelia nodded.

That year, Amelia had spent her birthday with both Tiffany and Oscar. This is the simplest birthday party I’ve ever joined. Oscar stared at Amelia as she made her birthday wish, her features illuminated by the candles. He felt his chest tighten.

As the only son of the Clintons, I’ve always spent my birthday under the limelight. I’ve lost count of the number of businessmen who’ve tried to establish work connections during my birthday galas. Every guest is either a businessman or a celebrity, and the prices of the gifts are astronomical. I’ve been married to this woman for four years yet I’ve never once put in the effort to celebrate her birthday with her. If I happened to be in a good mood, I would only get my secretary to get her a branded handbag or some cosmetics. A house maybe, with the title deed under her name. I really don’t remember what else I’ve done for her.

I’ve always treated her like a toy. I play with her when I’m happy and throw her aside when I’m not. Every gift I’ve given her is something my secretary prepared. I called her a gold-digger who’s obsessed with branded goods, but I don’t even really know what she loves.

Looking at the woman in front of him who seemed so happy at the sight of a small cake, Oscar doubted if he’d ever truly understood Amelia. She claims to love money and branded goods, but is that who she really is？

Oscar felt uncertain.

“Mr. Clinton, it’s Amelia’s birthday today. I wonder what gift a wealthy man like you has prepared for her.” Tiffany’s sarcastic voice brought him out of his reverie.

Before he could reply, she continued, “Let me guess. For someone as rich as you, the gift must surely be a diamond ring or a branded handbag. Jeez, what an utterly unimaginative present for someone with such wealth. I bet you don’t even know what Amelia really likes.”

Oscar’s face clouded over. “What do you mean?”

Tiffany cut a slice of cake and smiled, though the smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Mr. Clinton, for someone with two doctorates and exemplary academic results, do you really not understand what I’m saying?”

Amelia glanced at Tiffany and said softly, “Tiff, that’s too much. I’m going to be angry if you keep doing this.”

Tiffany looked at her briefly before continuing in an exasperated tone, “Babe, can’t you see I’m standing up for you?”

Amelia’s eyes were gloomy, though a smile was plastered on her face. “Mr. Clinton and I are merely in a contractual marriage; how can you expect him to treat me like a real husband? Also, who says I don’t like branded handbags and clothes? They’re such lavish items; other women would kill for them. I’m happy with what I have, so don’t go scaring my rich man away or we’ll need to have words.”

Tiffany appeared even more exasperated, while Oscar seemed deep in thought.

“Did you not like the diamond ring and necklace I got for you?” Oscar asked.

Amelia choked on the piece of cake she was swallowing and started coughing. Both Oscar and Tiffany were overcome with worry.

Tiffany quickly poured her a glass of water. “Here, take a sip.”

It wasn’t until Amelia took the glass of water and took a big sip did she manage to suppress her cough.

Tiffany patted her back gently and chided her, “How could you choke on a piece of cake? You’ve always been so careless it’s worrisome.”

Oscar pursed his lips and asked uncomfortably, “Feeling better now?”

Amelia waved off his concern. “I’m okay. It just got stuck for a bit.”

Oscar replied coldly, “Make sure you eat carefully.”

Amelia nodded her head.

As the birthday party was slightly awkward due to Oscar’s presence, it ended prematurely before midnight.

Tiffany sent them to the door. “Babe, I’ve sent your present to your house. Security signed for it. You just need to get it from them when you’re home.”

Amelia hugged Tiffany and laughed. “Tiff, I’m really happy today. I hope you’ll be with me for every single one of my birthdays. We shall be best friends forever.”

Tiffany patted her face fondly and replied teasingly, “Don’t be so cringy. I can’t stand it. It’s late. You should go home now.”

Amelia nodded.

They took the elevator down and walked to the parking lot. Once they were in the car, Oscar asked, “Does Tiffany have some misconception about me?”

“Mr. Clinton, you don’t bother to know my friends but you’re worried about her misconceptions toward you?” Amelia glanced at him with a faint smile on her face.

Oscar slowly reversed the car out of the spot. “She’s quite pretty but she behaves like a firecracker. I’m not sure how many men can stand her behavior; you’re much cuter.”

“Mr. Clinton, is that a compliment I hear?”

“You’re my wife. Can’t I give you a compliment?”

“Well, do you treat me like your wife?”

This silenced Oscar.

Amelia shrugged.

The atmosphere in the car became cold and silent.

After some time, Amelia spoiled the mood even further. “Mr. Clinton, I’m going to Saspiuburg for training in a couple of days. Since Ms. Yard isn’t going back to Erihal anymore, how do you plan to settle our contract? Are we getting a divorce? Or are we not? I think you need to give Ms. Yard an answer; I don’t want her to approach me behind your back again.”

Oscar scrunched his brows. “She looked for you?”

“She visited me this afternoon and told me she may be carrying your child,” Amelia replied calmly. What I really wanted to say is that this mistress of yours is overstepping the line! She’s clearly the homewrecker in this scenario but she acts like she’s the victim, and now I look like I’m the horrid being standing in the way of true love.

Oscar frowned.

These two women have given me more trouble than those exorbitant business contracts!

Oscar avoided the elephant in the room. “Are you really planning to go to Saspiuburg?”

Amelia nodded. “It’s a work thing; I’m just following the management’s orders. Plus, I really like the work I’m doing now and the benefits are great.”

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Too Much to Bear My Love Chapter 52

“I believe the allowance I give you is more than what you earn from your job,” remarked Oscar.

Amelia nodded.

Oscar took a deep breath in an attempt to suppress his annoyance. “Quit your job, and I’ll give you thirty grand per month. I’ll buy you whatever you want too. How about that?”

Amelia cast him an odd look. “I thought we’ve reached a consensus regarding work, Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar turned the wheel and stopped the car upon reaching a traffic light.

“You’re allowed to work, but I didn’t say we could live separately just because of your job. I’m your patron, so I have the right to order you to remain by my side.”

“And what if I insist on going to Saspiuburg, Mr. Clinton?”

“I’ll divorce you right away.”

Amelia pursed her lips while glaring at him. After a long while, she spoke up with much difficulty. “Do you really mean it, Mr. Clinton?”

Oscar nodded.

Amelia smiled bitterly as she thought back to the romantic moments they had earlier, which now seemed like nothing but an illusion.

“Well, if you want to divorce me, so be it,” Amelia responded coldly.

Oscar stared at her in disbelief, but the woman kept her eyes on the traffic light that had turned green. “The light’s green now, Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar breathed deeply, suppressing all the rage within him.

Then, he floored the gas, and the car sped ahead. With that, their hour-long journey became reduced to one that took only twenty minutes. Oscar entered the neighborhood, parked the vehicle, and turned to Amelia, only to realize how pale the woman looked. All the anger within him dissipated in an instant. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he asked anxiously. “I’ll take you to the hospital right away.”

Amelia heaved a sigh and responded weakly, “I’m fine, Mr. Clinton. It’s just that you drove too fast, so I’m feeling a little dizzy. I’ll be fine soon.”

Feeling rather sorry, Oscar helped the woman unbuckle her seatbelt and wiped away the sweat on her forehead. Despite saying that she was like a toy to him, the man had a soft spot for her whenever she felt unwell.

Even so, his excuse was that she was his toy; no one aside from him was allowed to pick on her.

“Are you feeling better?” Oscar asked as he saw the color on her face return gradually.

Amelia glanced at him before attempting to exit the car on her own, only to be stopped.

“Is something the matter, Mr. Clinton?” she asked frostily.

“Are you mad?”

Amelia shook her head. “No. I’m just feeling a little sick.”

“Is it serious? I can take you to the hospital.”

“It’s fine. I’ll be okay soon enough.”

Oscar let go of Amelia before quickly alighting the vehicle and walking over to her side. Then, he proceeded to carry her like a princess, which made her astonished and embarrassed. “Put me down, Mr. Clinton. I can walk on my own.”

Oscar saw through her. “It’s the middle of the night. There aren’t many people in the neighborhood now,” he replied with a rare hint of gentleness.

Amelia buried herself in his embrace like an obedient little kitten.

Oscar’s lips curled into a smile. As expected, he preferred it when Amelia behaved herself and listened to him. But if she were to head to Saspiuburg, that would be no different from her leaving the palm of his hand. The thought of this made him feel powerless and frustrated.

Upon entering the house, Oscar placed Amelia on the couch before getting down on one knee in front of her to meet her gaze. “Do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere else?”

Amelia looked into his eyes, her heart racing and her cheeks burning.

“Why is your face red? Did I scare you by driving too fast?”

Amelia gave Oscar’s chest a light shove, confusing the latter.

“I’m okay, Mr. Clinton. I’m just not used to seeing you this kind.”

Oscar put on a serious face, pretending to be furious. “You don’t like me being nice?”

Amelia shook her head. “That’s not it. We’re husband and wife, so of course, I’d want you to be nice to me. I just find your kindness a little too out of the blue, and I’m worried that all of this would turn out to be nothing but a dream. What if I wake up and you’re back to being the same old Mr. Clinton?”

“Stop trying to sound smart. I was just being nice to you because it’s your birthday today. I didn’t think I’d end up frightening you instead,” Oscar replied calmly.

Then, he got up, sat next to her, and pulled her into an embrace. “Don’t go to Saspiuburg, okay, Amelia?”

An array of emotions swept through Amelia and she couldn’t understand why Oscar was behaving this way. Is it because he can’t bear to part with me, or does he just want to keep me caged up next to him like an animal?

“Why won’t you let me go to Saspiuburg? Is it because you can’t stand not being able to see me?” Amelia asked tentatively.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. Just promise me you won’t go to Saspiuburg,” Oscar replied, avoiding her question.

Amelia sighed internally.

“I’m pretty tired now, Mr. Clinton. Let’s talk about this tomorrow.”

Yet, Oscar held onto her and murmured into her ear in a deep, alluring tone, “Promise me you won’t go to Saspiuburg, okay?”

Hearing his enchanting voice, Amelia nearly agreed to his request.

Fortunately, her last bit of reasoning pulled her back to reality. She grabbed Oscar’s face and leaned over to kiss him.

Then gazing at him enticingly, she said, “It’s getting late, Mr. Clinton. Let’s go to sleep.”

One gaze was enough to ignite a fire within Oscar, and it was only after taking a deep breath that he managed to control himself.

He gently smacked her rear end and remarked hoarsely, “You must have been a vamp in your past life. You’re such a seductress that you could bleed me of everything I have.”

“Is that a compliment toward my body, Mr. Clinton?” Amelia glanced at him suggestively and smiled.

Oscar instinctively took another deep breath. This woman IS a seductress. Just one smile and she can charm any man she wants. If it weren’t for his self-control, he wouldn’t have been able to resist her.

Despite constantly saying that he loved Cassie, Oscar never felt the same urges when it came to the latter woman. The only explanation he could give himself was that Cassie was too pure and that he didn’t wish to sully her before they got married.

Yet, the man failed to consider this: if he truly loved Cassie, why didn’t he ever feel such passion toward her the way he did toward Amelia? Instead, he had continued to behave like a gentleman even during their most intense honeymoon phase. Truth be told, Oscar was never a gentleman; he was a devil who couldn’t care less about being modest.

“Watch your words, or I’ll make sure you can’t leave the bed tonight,” Oscar warned.

Amelia deliberately puffed out her chest. “Well, Mr. Clinton, you celebrated my birthday today, so everything about me belongs to you tonight. You can do whatever you want with me, but you won’t get another chance like this after today,” she said alluringly.

Oscar’s gaze darkened. He looked like he could eat Amelia alive.

He coughed lightly and held onto Amelia’s waist with his right hand. “Listen to me and don’t go to Saspiuburg, and I’ll give you what you want right away.”

In return, Amelia wrapped her arms around his neck and remarked seductively, “What’s with all the rambling, Mr. Clinton? You’re being so indecisive. Or could it be that you’re… incapable now?”

“Stop playing with fire, woman. You wouldn’t be able to handle me.”

Amelia merely chuckled. She was like a vixen at night. There was something so dangerous about her beauty that one couldn’t keep their eyes off her, and those who weren’t good enough for her could only look down in shame.

The look in Oscar’s eyes changed as he gulped.

His hands began to unbutton Amelia’s outfit, thus revealing her flawless body. Then, his eyes instantly fell on the woman’s ample bosom.

“Am I pretty, Mr. Clinton?” asked Amelia.

Oscar quickly snapped back to reality and put Amelia’s clothes back on for her under the woman’s surprised gaze.

“Mr. Clinton, you’re not actually incapable, are you?” Amelia blurted out.

Oscar cast her a glance. “You’ll find out soon enough. But for now, we have some matters to take care of.”

“What matters?” Amelia grew skeptical.

“What do you think?”

With that, Amelia crawled off his body and became serious too. “Let’s do that, then. I’m listening.”

“Don’t go to Saspiuburg. That’s my bottom line. If it’s money you need, I can increase your allowance.”

Oscar expressed his demands seriously.

“But Mr. Clinton, the contract says we’re not supposed to interfere with each other’s work and private lives. You haven’t forgotten that, have you?”

“I haven’t. I have no intention of interfering with your work, but the contract does state that I have the right to bring up requests that are deemed reasonable. I believe asking you to stay is fairly reasonable.”

Amelia gazed at him in puzzlement and frowned. “Give me a reason, Mr. Clinton, or I will go to Saspiuburg.”

“Are you going there just because of Carter Scott? How much money did he give you to make you fall head over heels for him?”

“Carter and I are just friends, Mr. Clinton. Talk nicely, and I’ll listen. I’ll be going to bed if you don’t,” Amelia answered as she stood up.

“Sit down.”

The woman complied. “So you’re going to start talking nicely now?”

Oscar glanced at her.

“Tell me. Why do you want to go to Saspiuburg?”

“It’s been arranged by the company, Mr. Clinton. You can get someone to look into this if you don’t believe me. This job means a lot to me. I studied design while I was in university, and every piece of drawing I create gives me a sense of achievement. That’s why I don’t want to lose this job.”

“If you enjoy designing, I can have you work at Clinton Corporations. I’m sure such a place would provide plenty of opportunities for you to use your talent.”

Amelia fell silent.

“What’s wrong? Is such a huge company like Clinton Corporations still not good enough for you?”

Amelia shook her head. “Don’t get me wrong, Mr. Clinton. Being able to work at Clinton Corporations is something many people dream of, but there are too many amazing talents in there. I’m just a designer who graduated from an ordinary university, so there’s no way someone with my credentials could ever make it into the company.”

Oscar’s lips curled into a smirk. “If that’s what you’re worried about, beg me, and I’ll make sure you get hired.”

Amelia couldn’t hide her smile.

Yet, just as Oscar thought she would accept his offer, the woman quickly turned him down. “I think I still prefer my current workplace, Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar’s face immediately fell. “You’re turning me down?”

“There’s no denying that you’re my patron, Mr. Clinton. But apart from pretending to be your wife and fulfilling your needs, the contract clearly doesn’t say anything about me having to get a different job.”

“So you’re saying that you’re going to Saspiuburg no matter what?”

Amelia nodded.

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“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.”

Oscar pinched her nose lightly. “Don’t you have to go to work? Hurry up and get out of bed. I’ll take you to work after breakfast.”

“Why haven’t you been spending time with Ms. Yard for the past two days, Mr. Clinton?” Amelia asked as she walked into the bathroom with Oscar following after.

“She went back to Erihal with her team yesterday afternoon,” Oscar responded blandly.

Amelia froze for a moment while holding her toothbrush. “So your woman’s gone. That explains why you have so much time on your hands.”

Oscar glanced at her. “Are you jealous?”

“How could I ever be, Mr. Clinton? You’re too mighty of a figure.”

“Seriously… You’re like a sly fox that can talk your way into getting anything you want sometimes, but other times, you’re like a lazy kitten whose thoughts can never be understood.”

“Is that a compliment, Mr. Clinton?”

Oscar hugged her from behind. “As long as you keep being a good girl, I’ll give you everything a woman could ever dream of before we’re divorced.”

So at the end of the day, he just thinks of me as his plaything, huh?

After rinsing her mouth, Amelia gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You should wash up, Mr. Clinton. I’ll be heading down for breakfast now. I won’t wait up if you’re late, because unlike you, I’m just a regular employee at work.”

“Wait for me. I’ll take you to work.”

Amelia glanced at him before nodding and heading downstairs.

After eating the breakfast Molly had prepared, the two headed down to the basement for the car, and Oscar took Amelia straight to her workplace.

As he stopped by the roadside, Oscar unbuckled his seatbelt and planted a kiss on the woman’s forehead. “I’ll come to pick you up for lunch at noon.”

Amelia cast him an odd glance. “You’re being unusually attentive, Mr. Clinton.”

“Isn’t it a husband’s duty to treat his wife to meals?” Oscar responded matter-of-factly.

Amelia smiled sweetly at him. “So you do treat me as your wife.”

The man gave her forehead a flick. “Well, what else would you be?”

“That’s a question I should be asking you, Mr. Clinton,” Amelia replied cheekily before opening the door and exiting the car.

Oscar broke into a smile and his mood instantly brightened.

He whipped out his phone and dialed an unsaved number. “Is this Carter Scott?” he asked the moment the call connected.

Over the phone, Carter froze for a brief moment before answering, “Yes. Who is this?”

“I’m Oscar Clinton. We just met yesterday; have you already forgotten about me?”

Carter grew even more perplexed. “May I know why you’re calling, Mr. Clinton?”

“Are you free right now? Let’s have a cup of coffee. I have something I need to talk to you about,” Oscar replied without a hint of hesitation.

Carter froze temporarily before answering, “Okay. What time?”

“How about now?” Oscar proceeded to give him an address.

Upon arrival at the hotel where they had arranged to meet, Oscar then ordered two Western breakfast platters.

Carter arrived shortly. Unsurprised to see breakfast on the table, he casually took his seat across Oscar. Both men looked incredibly attractive and dressed well, so they immediately became quite a sight for others who were there.

“You must have called me here for a reason, Mr. Clinton. Say, what can I do for you?” Carter picked up a bun and ate it elegantly.

Oscar picked up his coffee and sipped on it, not intending to answer Carter’s question hastily. Like old friends who were finally meeting up again, the two continued to eat and drink in silence, but the atmosphere remained tense.

After finishing his breakfast, Carter wiped his mouth with a napkin and spoke again. “Can we talk about it now, Mr. Clinton?”

Oscar went straight to the point. “Forget about letting Amelia go to Saspiuburg. I’d like you to take her name off the list.”

Carter remained smiling. “Is this Amelia’s decision? Or is it yours, Mr. Clinton?”

“I’m her husband, so I naturally have the right to make decisions for her,” Oscar answered while glancing at the man before him.

Carter shrugged. “I’m afraid I can’t say yes if this isn’t of Amelia’s own will, Mr. Clinton. Amelia’s human; she’s not a toy or an animal. She has the right to make her own decisions. I know she’s married to you, but that doesn’t mean she shouldn’t have her personal space. Don’t you think you’re going too far by intervening in her work?”

Oscar let out a scoff. “Do you like her?”

Carter nodded, his expression remaining unchanged. “I do. I’ve liked her ever since we first met. She was a sophomore when we first met. I remember how simple her clothes were, but she looked so innocently beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.”

Carter began to reminisce about the past. “She’s pure and beautiful, and she was every guy’s dream girl. I couldn’t believe that such beauty existed at that time. I would’ve pursued her if my family hadn’t pestered me to leave the country. When I came back, I was ecstatic to learn that she had come to work at one of my family’s companies, and I quickly decided to go after her. But before I could make her my girlfriend, she ran into trouble. At the same time, my family had forced me to leave the country again, and they even kept a hold of my passport. Sadly, Amelia was gone when I returned once again. I could never find her—until she suddenly found me not long ago and asked me for a job. That’s when I knew my chance had finally come. I don’t care if she’s married or not; I want to remain by her side.”

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Oscar’s gaze turned frosty. “Don’t you think you’re flattering yourself a little too much, Mr. Scott? I can look after my own woman just fine. There’s no need for you to meddle in our affairs.”

“If you were truly serious about Amelia, I wouldn’t have even thought about meddling, Mr. Clinton. But you already have another woman to care for. Don’t you know the true reason Amelia wants to go to Saspiuburg?”

Oscar froze slightly. He immediately guessed what was happening, for he was no fool. “She’s avoiding me?”

“I didn’t say that, but if that’s what you think, sure. I’ve like Amelia for many years now, and I’m not going to let her stay with a scumbag.”

Oscar crossed his arms. “Who do you think you are to say that?”

Carter’s face froze slightly as a hint of frustration flashed in his eyes for a brief moment. Then, the man quickly returned to his usual graceful self.

“I’m her friend, but it won’t be long until I become her husband. As for you, Mr. Clinton, your true love has come back, so stop telling your woman how much you love her while pretending like you can’t let Amelia go. You might enjoy putting on such an act, but I’m getting pretty tired of watching it.”

“You looked me up?” Oscar asked calmly.

“Know your enemy, and you’ll never be defeated—that’s how the saying goes, right?” Carter readily acknowledged. “Of course I have to look into whoever Amelia’s married to. I won’t interfere with her marriage if she’s truly happy, but I’ll take her away if she isn’t.”

Oscar snorted. “Quite the romantic, aren’t you, Mr. Scott? To think that the son of the prominent Scott family would willingly be a third wheel in someone else’s marriage! Don’t you think you’re embarrassing your own family?”

Carter’s expression remained unchanged.

He picked up his coffee and took two sips. “Amelia and I are just friends, and I won’t do anything dishonorable with her until she leaves her marriage. Besides, Amelia isn’t that kind of woman. She may look stunning, but she would never be unfaithful. The fact that you don’t know this truly makes me wonder how you even got to be her husband.”

Putting on an enlightened face, he continued, “Oh, I get it. You only care about your past love, whereas Amelia’s just an ornament. It’s no wonder you don’t know how pure she actually is.”

Oscar’s fingers moved slightly.

“What’s the point in saying all this, Mr. Scott? At the end of the day, I’m the one Amelia loves. In fact, she loves me even she knows I have someone else,” Oscar declared confidently.

The look on Carter’s face changed slightly as he cast Oscar a profound gaze. “You put so much effort in establishing trust at work, but who would’ve thought you’re such a despicable man when it comes to your personal affairs? Aren’t you worried about losing who you truly love one day?”

“If I could get two women to love me, I’m sure I can make sure they get along with each other. You don’t have to worry about this, Mr. Scott.”

Carter finally lost his cool, and he gritted his teeth. “Don’t you think you’re being such a scumbag, Mr. Clinton?”

“Well, whether or not I’m a scumbag has nothing to do with you, Mr. Scott. I came here only to ask you to cancel Amelia’s training in Saspiuburg, or I’ll personally give Mr. Abel Scott a call. I’m sure he’d do what he can to appease me.”

Carter narrowed his eyes. “You’re threatening me?”

Oscar shrugged. “I’m a businessman. Whatever I can’t get the proper way, I’ll get using other methods. You may have started out your own company, but you’re still a member of the Scotts. I remember how obedient you are toward your grandfather; you’re not going to go against him, are you?”

“Are you threatening me?”

“I’d do whatever it takes to get what I want.”

“Well, you’re bound to be disappointed, Mr. Clinton. Amelia’s training in Saspiuburg has been arranged by the company. Every newcomer has to attend it. You can look into this if you don’t believe me. This is a company requirement, so I suggest you stop trying to interfere.”

“I don’t care if it’s a policy. Let Amelia stay, or I’ll come looking for your grandfather.”

Carter clenched his teeth. “Don’t you think you’re being a little too vile and shameless, Mr. Clinton?”

“It doesn’t matter as long as I achieve my goals.”

Carter rose to his feet. “Thank you for the breakfast, Mr. Clinton. As for your request, I’m afraid I can’t agree to it. The company has its rules in place, and I can’t break them just because you ask me to.”

Oscar stood up too. “Very well. In that case, pretend that we’ve never met today.”

With that, Oscar strode out of the hotel.

Carter’s gaze darkened as he sat on the couch and fell deep into his thoughts.

It was only after his phone rang that he snapped back to reality. Realizing that his secretary was calling, he answered it and quickly made his way to work. “Linda, get Amelia to wait for me in my office,” he instructed on his way.

Then, he hung up.

Upon returning to work, Linda immediately walked up to him. “Good morning, Mr. Scott. Amelia from the design department is waiting for you inside your office. Here’s the report for the first quarter. Please have a look.”

Carter retrieved the documents. “Okay. I won’t be seeing any visitors for the next half hour. If anyone drops by, take them to the guest lounge.”

“Yes, Mr. Scott.”

Carter opened the door to his office and found Amelia waiting for him inside. The woman looked especially charming and mature in her workplace attire.

Carter couldn’t help but space out while gazing at her.

He had met all kinds of beauties throughout his life due to his family’s influence, and that included countless celebrity models who looked much more stunning than Amelia did. Even so, none of them could make Carter feel the way he did about Amelia, and that was how he knew he loved her.

If only I weren’t such a pompous little brat back then, maybe we would’ve had a good start. Maybe we would’ve even been married by now.

Unfortunately, everyone was in the hands of fate.

“What are you thinking about, Mr. Scott? I’ve called out to you three times, but you haven’t answered me!” Amelia stood in front of Carter with a chuckle.

Carter returned to his senses and gazed at the woman in front of him, nearly giving in to his desire to touch her face.

He quickly shook off all his bizarre thoughts. “Have a seat.”

Amelia sat down as Carter turned his office chair around to face her.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Scott?” Amelia spoke up.

Carter glanced at her as his lips twitched slightly, not knowing where to begin.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” Amelia asked, seemingly having read the situation.

Carter coughed awkwardly. “Amelia, do you really have to go to Saspiuburg for the training?”

Amelia was a smart woman, and she swiftly understood why Carter had asked such a question. The only person who was capable of driving the man to a corner like this and had something to do with her was Oscar Clinton.

Hence, she went straight to the point. “Did Oscar come looking for you, Mr. Scott?”

Carter froze briefly before responding, “You’re smart as always, Amelia. He specifically asked to meet me today and said he doesn’t want you to go to Saspiuburg. What are your thoughts on this?”

“What do you mean, Mr. Scott?”

“I’m saying that if you want to go to Saspiuburg, I’ll do everything I can to make that happen.”

“You know the situation I’m in, Mr. Scott. Oscar and I don’t get along too well. In any case, I have to go to Saspiuburg. I don’t want the Clintons to find out about the child for now.”

Carter nodded. “Okay, leave this to me.”

“I’m really sorry for all the trouble, Mr. Scott. If the Clintons give you too much of a hard time, I can always resign,” Amelia said sincerely.

Carter merely smiled. “We’re friends, Amelia. And I stand by what I’ve said—if you ever get divorced, I hope you’ll leave me a spot next to you. I’d do anything for you.”

“I appreciate the feelings you have for me, Mr. Scott, but I’m already married. No matter how things between Oscar and me turn out, I’d prefer not to have too many disruptions in my marriage.”

This was her way of subtly turning down Carter’s courtship.

Amelia knew her feelings well. Despite giving others the image of her being a gold digger, she was always loyal to the one she loved. Everything seemed so contradictory; the woman looked charming, seductive, and liberal on the outside, so it was no surprise for people to assume that she had many past flings. Even so, Carter believed that the only man in her heart was Oscar.

She was such a paradoxical woman. Despite being a stunning and enticing beauty, she was extremely conservative deep down and had loved only one man.

Yet, such a perfect woman had to end up in the hands of a rich and frivolous man like Oscar. Was she considered lucky or unlucky?

“I have no intention of getting in the way of your marriage, Amelia. I just hope that you can make room for me if you’re not happy being with Oscar.”

Amelia caressed her long, flowing hair with a smile. “I’d prefer not to talk about my personal affairs at work, Mr. Scott. I’ll be sure to talk to Oscar about what happened today. I’m really sorry that he bothered you.”

Carter felt slightly defeated.

“You know that’s not what I meant, Amelia. You—”

“I know you mean well and I really appreciate it. But I don’t wish to delve into my love life while I’m at work, so I hope you understand,” Amelia stressed.

With that, there wasn’t much else Carter could say.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little too cold toward me?” Carter asked blandly.

Amelia maintained a grin. “But you’re the boss, Mr. Scott. I’m just a regular employee here. I wouldn’t dare crack jokes with you.”

“You know I see you as an equal, Amelia. If you don’t like working in the design department, I can always make you the vice president of the company.”

“Oh, please, Mr. Scott, I love working in design. That’s my field, after all, and I do think I have a knack for drawing. Don’t make such jokes with me!” Amelia responded with a rare hint of cheekiness. “Well, if you have nothing else to tell me, I’ll be taking my leave.”

Carter nodded.

As soon as the woman left, he received a phone call from his mother. “Carter, your grandfather wants you to come home tonight. There’s something he wants to talk to you about.”

Oscar was acting much more quickly than he had expected.

“I got it, Mom. I’ll be back tonight.”

The woman over the phone fell silent for a moment before asking gently, “Carter, you’re not getting close to that woman again, are you?”

Aware that his mother was referring to Amelia, Carter chose not to hide anything. “Mom, you set her up relentlessly just to make me give up on her back then. If you still think of me as your son, you’ll stop meddling in my affairs this time, or else, I’ll no longer be part of the family.”

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“How could you threaten your mother for a woman, Carter? Is that how you’re going to treat me after all that I’ve done for you?”

“Mom, we can discuss this when I get back. I’m working now,” Carter replied, doing his best to change the subject.

“Fine. I’ll be waiting for you to come back. The Larsons’ eldest daughter is back from overseas. She’ll be coming over to visit us today, so you’d better be polite.” Having said her piece, Faye immediately hung up.

Carter scratched his head in irritation. He strode over to the window and stared out of it glumly, lost in thought.

That night, he drove over to the Scott residence.

The Scotts ranked prominently among the wealthy elites in the city. Their place of residence was a sprawling villa situated just behind an unending stretch of trees. The entire landscape was fastidiously spruced and trimmed.

Carter parked his car and sauntered toward the entrance of the villa. A middle-aged man greeted him reverently, saying, “Welcome home, Mr. Carter. Mrs. Scott and her guests are waiting for you inside.”

Warmly, Carter replied, “Raymond, it’s been a while since I’ve met you. How are you doing?”

“Thank you for your concern, Mr. Carter. I’m still going strong. Mrs. Scott has greatly missed you in the month that you were gone from home,” Raymond informed him.

“Got it, Raymond. I’m just about to head in and make it all up to her,” Carter declared.

Besides Jack and Faye Scott, present in the living room were another middle-aged couple and a beautiful, fashionable young lady.

Carter furrowed his brows slightly. It was quickly wiped away, however, leaving Carter once again looking every bit the perfect gentleman.

He walked over and courteously greeted his parents, “Mom, Dad.”

Brimming with pride for his son, Jack replied, “Welcome home, son.”

Carter was evidently the apple of Faye’s eye, too. She sprung up and fussed over him, taking over the jacket from his hands. “You’ve been busy working all day, Carter. Are you tired?”

Carter shook his head. He turned toward the couple seated next to his parents and remarked, “Mom, are these our guests? I don’t think I’ve met them before.”

Faye swatted her head. “Look at me! I was too caught up in my delight at seeing you that I totally forgot all about the Larsons.” Faye proceeded to introduce them. “This is Mr. and Mrs. Larson and their daughter, Jennifer. They’re old family friends. Mrs. Larson used to carry you in her arms when you were still a baby. They migrated overseas when you were just five, so it’s no wonder you don’t remember having meeting them.”

Carter smiled and greeted them jovially, “Pleasure to meet you.”

He would usually present a mild-mannered front to outsiders. The smile on his face belied the thoughts that festered inside. Thus, no matter the catastrophe, no one had ever witnessed the full extent of his fury. The matter with Amelia was the only incident that had shown a glimpse of the predator lurking within him.

His thoughts were therefore uncommonly profound. The woman that he chose to love, however, would be immensely fortunate.

The Larsons clearly found Carter impressive. “So this is Carter? He’s even more handsome than what he looked like in the photographs. Jennifer, you haven’t met Carter before, have you? You used to hang around him when you were two.”

Jennifer was a demure girl, who looked gorgeous with her small face, rosebud mouth, and fair skin. She was the epitome of classical beauty. Along with her immaculate sense of style, her appearance was practically flawless.

“Hello, Carter,” Jessica said coyly.

Carter appraised her. From a purely visual perspective, she was indeed a great beauty. She was even lovelier than Amelia, with her charming air of innocence which could stir men’s hearts to defend her. Amelia, however, gave off an aggressiveness that conversely incited men to overcome and consequently overwhelm her.

“No need to be shy around me,” Carter asserted.

Jennifer replied him with a sweet smile.

Carter took a seat beside Faye, casually asking, “Mom, where’s Granddad?”

“He’s working on his computer in the study and will only be joining us for dinner. You can go and look for him first. He has something to tell you,” Faye said.

Carter nodded, then stood up. Addressing the Larsons, he said, “Mr. Larson, Mrs. Larson, I’ll be heading up first. Please make yourselves comfortable.”

The Larsons were even more delighted at his courteous manner and cried, “All right. You go ahead.”

Carter ascended the stairs. He knocked on the door and went in upon hearing his grandfather’s invitation to enter.

“Granddad,” Carter greeted.

Abel Scott was typing away furiously. He typed the last letter with a firm tap of his finger, then looked up. “You’re home,” he intoned.

Abel was approaching ninety years of age but seemed to have drunk from the fountain of youth. Other than a few stray strands of silver hair, his head was still mostly raven-black. And unlike other seniors, his face wasn’t plagued by wrinkles, and his trim, tall figure still looked rather sturdy. In fact, he looked rather regal in his robe.

“May I know what’s the reason you asked me to come home this time around?” Carter asked.

“Have you been seeing Amelia?” Abel inquired directly.

Carter calmly replied, “Yes, Granddad. She’s an employee at my company.”

“I supposed after all that had happened, you’d have the sense to not contact her again,” Abel remarked.

“Granddad, she’s the woman I love with all my heart. I can’t possibly cease all contact with her. Granddad, you knew that she’d married Oscar and yet pretended that you didn’t. It was cruel of you to hide that from me.”

Abel sneered, “That woman chose to marry Oscar for money, which shows just how unsuitable she is for you. How could I allow such a gold-digger to marry into the Scott family? Since she’s now become the Clintons’ daughter-in-law, stop getting involved with her. The Scotts have business dealings with the Clintons, and we don’t want to offend Oscar. It’d be a shame to ruin our relationship with the Clintons over a woman.”

Carter held himself upright and replied coolly, “Granddad, I had no means to resist you when I was younger. But now that I have my own business, I have the right to choose who I want to love. I’ll pursue Amelia to the ends of the earth. I missed my chance once, but I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

Abel directed his piercing gaze straight at Carter. “Carter, are you going to disregard your own grandfather?”

“Granddad, I have nothing but respect for you, and I’ve learned a lot from you. You taught me that we shouldn’t let go of the things we love so easily. You also said that we might have to resort to any means possible to snatch it back. I’ve always remembered that,” Carter declared passionately.

Abel replied, “I did say that, but I never intended for you to apply that to women.”

“Granddad, I think it’s equally applicable for both business and relationships,” Carter remarked.

Abel clapped a hand on Carter’s shoulder. “Carter, I hold the highest regard for you among all my grandchildren. Your father has no interest in the company. I’d like you to come back and take over Scott Group.”

Carter protested, “Granddad, I have no interest in Scott Group. I’ve just gotten my own company in order. Why don’t you get another one of your sons to take over?”

“Your uncle’s pretty good at it, but he’s an honest man. He doesn’t have the boldness necessary to take the Scott Group to the next level. I’ve gotten old, and younger, more capable hands should replace mine in managing the company. You’re a steady, meticulous, and enterprising young man with powerful business acumen. If you’re willing to come back, Scott Group is yours.”

Carter helped his grandfather over to the sofa. “Granddad, if you’ll consent to me marrying whoever I like, I’ll definitely come back to join the Scotts.”

“What on earth is so good about her? She flirted with Oscar, got married to the Clintons, and now she’s driving you insane, so much so that you’re even willing to cut off all ties with the Scotts for her! Do you really like her that much?”

“Granddad, she’s the only woman I love.”

“Enough,” Abel bellowed, his chest heaving with rage. “She’s already married to someone else. Forget not being able to let go! Are you going to degrade yourself by becoming a third party? Are you really that desperate? You’re driving me insane as well!”

Carter patted his grandfather on the back to soothe him. “Granddad, I’m just friends with Amelia. She has her own family now. I’ll keep this love unspoken in my heart.”

Abel shot Carter a glance. “If that’s the case, then get her out of your company. She’s Oscar’s wife, and we can’t afford to offend the Clintons.”

Carter lowered his head and replied apologetically, “Granddad, I’ll heed every other word of yours, other than that regarding Amelia.”

Abel let out a long sigh. At last, he said, “Carter, you’re no longer a child. Others your age have already started families of their own. There’s nothing special about that girl apart from her looks. She’s not good enough for you. I’ve already gotten your mom to identify a few eligible young ladies. The Larsons, whom you met downstairs, are primarily based overseas. They’re well-known there for their assets. Jennifer is a perfect match for you in terms of her family background, education, and looks.”

Carter nodded politely. “You’re right, Granddad. Ms. Larson’s a lovely woman and very well-mannered, but she’s not my type. Please don’t do such things anymore. It’ll save both our families the embarrassment.”

“Carter, I emphasize once again that you’re the grandchild I hold the highest regard for. I personally taught you everything when you were young. I have four sons and a daughter, but your dad wants to work on his art, and as I said, your uncle doesn’t have the boldness I’m looking for. Another of your uncles wants to be a director, but there’s no future in that. As for my youngest son, he wants to teach. Your aunt has a head for business, but I can’t count on her not marrying into another family. There’s no way around it; you have to take over the Scott Group.”

Abel sighed, his face looking rather haggard and drawn. “Carter, I’ve already got one foot in the grave. Promise me that you’ll come back and take over the family business. As for your wife, your mother will find someone eligible. That woman is really unsuitable for you.”

Carter felt rather distressed upon hearing his grandfather’s words. The elder had practically brought him up, sparing no effort or expense in nurturing him. Compared to his own parents, he felt the disappointment of his grandfather a lot more keenly.

“Granddad, I really have nothing but respect for you. I can promise you anything else but this. Amelia’s the only woman I’ve ever loved. I can’t let go of her just like this,” Carter explained earnestly. “Granddad, you said that you loved me the most out of all your grandchildren; let me have my way just this once, please.”

Abel’s eyes flashed. “Enough! Carter, you might be brilliant, but you’re setting yourself up for defeat if you’re unable to control your affections. To succeed in anything, you can’t allow your emotions to get in the way.”

“Granddad, my personal and professional life are separate entities that I’ll manage on my own,” Carter replied.

“Carter, listen to me. That woman is not worthy of you. Forget about her and try to get along with the Larsons’ daughter,” Abel insisted.

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Carter stood up abruptly, announcing, “Granddad, if you insist on being like this, then I see no point in carrying on with this conversation.”

“Stop right there!” Abel roared.

Carter stood stock still.

“Carter, you’ve grown up. You’re your own man now. I don’t wish to resort to the same forceful tactics I employed when you were a child. I hope you can show a little maturity and prove that my decision to entrust Scott Group into your hands was a wise one,” Abel said in a gentler tone.

Carter turned and faced Abel squarely. “Granddad, with all due respect, I would like to make my own decisions when it comes to love.”

Resigned, Abel replied, “Fine. I won’t force you then. It’s getting late. It’s about time for dinner.”

Carter quickly said, “Granddad, there are some business matters that I’ve yet to deal with…”

Abel eyed Carter with disapproval. “Carter, look at you! You’re trying to fool me with the same tired, old excuses even at this age.”

Having been exposed, Carter said, “Granddad, now that I come to think of it, it’s all been settled. Let’s head downstairs for dinner.”

Only then did Abel beam. The two of them then proceeded down the stairs.

Over the lavish meal set for seven, Faye eagerly kept an eye out for every opportunity to nudge Carter and Jennifer closer. However, Carter would smoothly evade each pointed question, rendering Faye’s efforts futile.

Faye eyed her son haplessly, then said, “Carter, Jennifer just got home. There’s a lot of things for her to catch up on. You’re familiar with the place; you should bring her around for a few days.”

Carter replied, “Mom, I’ll be busy with work for the next few days. Our collaboration with Radcliff Corporation is about to commence in a few days. I won’t have the time to accompany Ms. Larson. Why don’t you bring the Larsons around instead, Mom? Just put all of their expenses on my tab.”

Faye gave him another look, saying, “The Larsons are our family friends. There’s no need to be so formal around them. You and Jennifer played together as children. You even said that you were going to marry Jennifer when you grew up! Have you forgotten all about that?”

Carter skillfully deflected the question, “Mom, I’ve forgotten quite a bit of my younger days.”

Faye looked at Jennifer and said kindly, “That’s all right. I suppose one could still say that the two of you are childhood sweethearts. How about bringing Jennifer to the office with you to take a look around tomorrow? She’s still unfamiliar with much of how we do things here. You can take her under your wing if she goes to work at your company.”

“Mom, I remember you saying that Ms. Larson graduated with a Master’s degree from Logan University. It would be a waste of her intellect to work at our company,” Carter said with a patient smile. He looked as if he was genuinely concerned about the utilization of Jennifer’s talents.

Jennifer finally spoke. Her voice was gentle and soothing to the ear. “Carter, my parents have been praising you to the skies, making me very curious about you. If you don’t mind, I’d like to work at your company. It just so happens that I’m rather interested in design as well.”

Carter fixed his eyes on Jennifer.

“Carter, it’s rare that you’ll receive an application from such a highly-educated girl like Jennifer, who doesn’t despise your small company. Now that she’s expressed her interest, there’s no excuse for you to refuse,” Faye warned.

“Well then. Since Ms. Larson has spoken, I shall not pass up on such a talent indeed. However, my company is rather strict about observing proper hiring procedures. I’d have to take a look at Ms. Larson’s resume first if she doesn’t mind.”

Jennifer laughed. “Of course I don’t mind! I’ll personally deliver my resume to your company tomorrow. I’ll need to trouble Carter to guide me when I start work then.”

With a crafty look, Faye added, “Carter, Jennifer has been living overseas since she was young, but she hasn’t been exposed to any of those dirty tricks that they play at the office. You must watch out for her when she goes to work at your company and not let others take advantage of her.”

Carter nodded robotically. “Yes, Mom.”

After dinner, Carter once again tried to excuse himself on account of unfinished business at work. However, he was halted in his tracks by Faye’s urging. “Carter, Jennifer just came back today and hasn’t been around. Why don’t you take her out?”

Before Carter could refuse, Jennifer immediately broke in. Smiling, she said, “Carter, I don’t know this place very well. Do you mind taking me out for a little tour?”

Carter had no choice but to swallow his objections. “Mr. and Mrs. Larson, perhaps the rest of your family can join us as well.”

The Larsons shook their head immediately. “You two go ahead. Young people have their own things to talk about. We don’t want to be a wet blanket.”

Faye joined in gleefully, “You young people should be spending more time together! Carter, be sure not to bully Jennifer.”

Carter nodded.

After they got into the car, Jennifer dropped her air of bashfulness and openly demanded, “You don’t like me, do you, Carter?”

Carter frowned, feeling rather displeased with Jennifer’s sudden about-turn in attitude.

“You’re overthinking, Ms. Larson. It’s our first meeting after all. You’re a family friend, and I feel totally neutral toward you,” Carter replied evenly. Without their parents around, Carter saw no need to keep up his facade.

Jennifer laughed. “Carter, you rejected Scott Group and came out to establish your own business. From the five people you had at the beginning to the present ever-expanding pool of employees, you’ve developed your company with a remarkable boldness that I admire greatly. I’m fascinated with you. Today was, in truth, a matchmaking session, which I’m sure you’ve managed to perceive as well. If you don’t mind, we can try dating for a bit.”

“I mind,” Carter said simply.

Dumbfounded, Jennifer looked at him. “Why? What’s the reason for it? Am I not pretty enough for you?”

Carter shook his head. “No. You’re gorgeous actually, Ms. Larson. However, I’m already in love with someone else. Her looks and family background may not be as well off as yours, but I’m not interested in anyone else besides her.”

Jennifer laughed haughtily. “Is she your girlfriend?”

“No, I’m still pursuing her.”

“That means I still have a chance then.”

“Ms. Larson, you’re really a completely different person from that demure girl you were pretending to be just now. I didn’t expect you to be such a confident, modern young lady,” Carter said, skirting around the topic.

Jennifer tossed her head in disdain. “My parents like it when I’m demure.”

Carter laughed. “I see you’re quite the dutiful child.”

“I’m their only child, so I can’t disappoint them. It’s not too fun playing the role of the demure girl forever, though.”

Then, as if struck by something, she added, “Carter, what type of girls do you like?”

Carter retorted, “Not girls like you, for sure.”

The smile on Jennifer’s face faded. “Carter, that’s rather ungentlemanly of you. I’ve no lack of suitors, but I’ve really taken a liking to you. The more unapproachable you make yourself out to be, the more interested I am in you. Oh, just you wait. I’m going to pursue you.”

“Has anyone ever told you that men dislike aggressive women? Men want to dominate, not to be dominated. Do you understand?” Carter snapped.

Just as Jennifer was about to retaliate, Carter turned the steering wheel sharply. “Carter, what in the world are you doing?”

Carter leaped out of the car and dashed toward a woman walking by.

“Amelia, what happened to you? You’re all wet.” Carter anxiously took in Amelia’s thoroughly soaked figure. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

Amelia gaped at Carter. “Carter, why are you here?”

“Answer me! What happened to you? Are you hurt?”

Amelia nonchalantly ran her fingers through her dripping locks and said, “I’m fine. I was just mistaken for a mistress by a crazy b*tch, who proceeded to douse me with water. That woman literally belongs in a mental institution! She escaped from there, and it was just my luck to have run into her. That’s how I ended up like this.”

Carter was impressed by her ability to make light of things even in her unfortunate situation. “Why didn’t you give me a call? Are you hurt anywhere else? Is your baby okay? Let me take you to the hospital.”

Amelia dismissed Carter’s concern with a wave of her hand. “I’m fine. I just wandered here to ponder something else. I’ll head back soon when I’ve thought things through.”

Then catching sight of Jennifer, who had walked over and was now standing behind Carter, she asked jokingly, “Carter, aren’t you going to introduce her? Is she your girlfriend?”

As if terrified of her misunderstanding, Carter hastily corrected Amelia, “She’s the daughter of a family friend, Jennifer Larson.”

Amelia stuck her hand out and said pleasantly, “How do you do, Ms. Larson? I’m Amelia Winters, but you can call me Amelia.”

Jennifer took in Amelia from head to toe. A look of fury flashed across her eyes, and she ignored Amelia’s outstretched hand. Turning to Carter, she wailed, “Carter, did you almost get us into an accident just because of this woman?”

Stunned, Amelia gazed at Carter and asked, “Carter, what’s going on?”

Carter shot Jennifer a threatening look. “Ms. Larson, I’m terribly sorry for what happened today. You may be a friend of the family, but today’s still our first time meeting, after all. I really hope that you can treat my friends with a little more respect.”

Jennifer yielded, “Fine, it’s my fault. I was just upset at you for driving so recklessly just because of a woman. Are you aware of how dangerous that was? We could have lost our lives!”

Carter replied evenly, “I’m very sorry. I see that you’ve suffered a terrible shock; I’ll get a taxi to send you home.”

Jennifer was incensed. Biting back her rage, she said, “Carter, your family invited me over as a guest. Don’t you think you’re treating me a little too rudely?”

Carter was just about to hail a taxi when Amelia grabbed hold of him. “Carter, Ms. Larson is clearly upset. Isn’t it rather ungentlemanly of you to send her off on a taxi just like that? Go and comfort her! If I were her, I’d be just as furious. I don’t like this unchivalrous manner of yours.”

“Ms. Larson, I’m truly sorry,” Carter said through gritted teeth.

Jennifer looked at Carter contemptuously. “Carter, are you apologizing to me because of this woman?”

Carter frowned. He was evidently on the verge of an eruption.

“Ms. Larson, we don’t know each other all that well. If you’re gonna keep this up, I won’t hesitate to call a taxi to send you home,” Carter said, his face thunderous.

Jennifer pouted, then replied sulkily, “I’m sorry I was being rude.”

Amelia shrugged. “Carter, you’d better send Ms. Larson back. I’ve already called someone to pick me up.”

Carter obstinately remained by her side, insisting, “Let me send you home. You’re thoroughly soaked, and I can’t leave you shivering here alone. Take a shower when you get back, and drink some hot tea. Don’t catch a cold! Remember you have to take care of someone else besides yourself now.” Carter said the last sentence almost in a whisper.

Amelia laughed in amusement. “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. Go ahead and send Ms. Larson back. Oscar will be here soon.”

Carter said wilfully, “I can’t leave you here alone. Let me accompany you until he comes. I’ll send Ms. Larson back afterward.”

Carter was stubborn as a mule in all matters concerning Amelia.

“Ms. Larson, I’m very sorry that I can’t drive you around today. Let me call a taxi to send you back,” Carter repeated.

Jennifer was surprisingly good-natured for once. Smiling, she replied, “I’ll accompany you as well then. Ms. Winters is such an attractive woman, and I hear that there are many bad characters in this area. We shouldn’t risk anything happening to Ms. Winters.”

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Having said that, Jennifer looked at Amelia’s belly subconsciously. “Are you perhaps pregnant, Ms. Winters? It looks like you are.”

Amelia’s expression stiffened a little. Then smiling, she said, “It’s just that I’ve been overindulging myself recently and have gained some weight.”

Jennifer grinned. “I’m sorry. But from the look of your belly, it seems that you’re pregnant.”

Amelia replied, “What keen eyes you have, Ms. Larson. I’ve tried to disguise it with loose-fitting clothes, but I didn’t expect you to notice it.”

Jennifer grinned.

Amelia added, “Carter, Ms. Larson is your friend anyway. You should send her home first. I will take a walk alone.”

Carter wanted to take her hand, but he put his hand down on second thought. “Let me take you home, Amelia. You’re all wet.”

Amelia noticed the other lady’s unpleasant expression, but she nodded and said, “Let’s go.”

Carter could not hide his grin and his mood seemed to have brightened a little.

Upon arrival at the neighborhood where she lived, Amelia opened the car door and said, “Thanks for the ride, Carter.”

Carter quickly unfastened his seat belt, got out of the car, and said, “Amelia, wait up.”

Amelia paused in her track, then turned her head to glance at Carter who was walking toward her. “Carter, what’s the matter?”

Carter took off his suit jacket. “Put this on. Be careful not to catch a cold. Call me if anything happens.”

Amelia wanted to take off the suit, but Carter grabbed her hand and insisted, “Amelia, put it on.”

“You should leave your suit for your lady. Save the courtesy toward my wife, please.” Oscar’s voice was heard from afar. Amelia traced the voice and discovered the former leaning against the car.

Amelia’s eyes twinkled. She took off Carter’s suit and gave it back to him, saying, “It’s getting late, Carter. You should go and send Ms. Larson back.”

Carter nodded and returned to his car.

“Just a second, Mr. Scott. I am not finished,” Oscar piped up.

Carter paused and turned around. “How may I help you, Mr. Clinton?”

“Amelia is my wife. Her well-being is my responsibility, so you need not worry about her. She only treats you as a friend. You wouldn’t want our marriage to fall apart because of you, would you?”

Carter smirked and said, “If only you were more concerned about your wife, perhaps I wouldn’t have to trouble myself to care about her.”

“Just remember your place, Mr. Scott,” Oscar said. “Oh, by the way, I think you’re a perfect match with the lady next to you. You should probably propose to her and get married soon, lest the lady overthink.”

Carter wanted to respond, but Amelia stepped forth and interrupted, “Just go on your way now, Carter. I appreciate what you’ve done for me today.”

Carter nodded. He then went around the car to the driver’s seat and revved up the engine before driving out of the neighborhood. Jennifer, who was sitting in the passenger seat, chuckled and said, “I didn’t expect you to have a thing for married women. You have such good qualities. Are you sure you want to downgrade your own status?”

Carter shot her a look. “We don’t know each other very well, Ms. Larson. Maybe you should mind your own business. Amelia and I are both innocent so please watch your mouth.”

Jennifer leisurely leaned back in the passenger seat. “When I first saw you, I was like—how could there be such a perfect-looking guy in this country? And since my parents have been praising you all the time, I thought they were finally right this time.”

Jennifer continued, “But now it seems that your look is your only gift. Your shortcoming is that your taste in women is too bad. You shouldn’t have fallen for a married woman no matter what. I see that man is not easy to mess with.”

Carter steered the wheel and stopped the car directly on the side of the road. He uttered coldly, “Get out.”

Jennifer glanced at the road where only a few vehicles were passing by. She then pointed at herself and questioned in disbelief, “Are you seriously asking me to get down from here?”

Carter nodded without emotion.

Jennifer tittered. “You’re not that petty, right, Carter?”

“Yes, I am,” Carter admitted without much care.

“I don’t know the way around here. How are you going to explain to our parents if something were to happen to me?” Jennifer pouted.

“Out,” Carter repeated coldly.

Jennifer sat unmoving. “If you’re gonna chase me out of the car today, I’ll tell the whole world that you’re a scumbag.”

Carter gazed at her unconcernedly. “You have overstepped your boundaries, Ms. Larson. If that’s what you want, I’m happy to oblige; I’ll show you what a real scumbag looks like.”

Jennifer was a little intimidated now. All the men she had met could never resist her innocent and charming appearance, but this man in front of her seemed different.

Why? Clearly, I am prettier than her. Yes, I admit she’s lovely and sexy, but I am way better than her. What is it about a married woman that makes Carter fall head over heels for her? He wouldn’t even spare me a glance.

Jennifer dialed Faye’s number. Carter snatched her phone away and saw that she was about to call his mother.

He switched off her phone and said, “Ms. Larson, quit using my mother to get what you want. I took you around out of respect for my family, but I didn’t expect you to be so uneducated. Shame on your reputation as a top student.”

Jennifer’s lips twitched at what he said. But for some reason, she was not offended. Ripples of admiration arose in her heart instead, and the emotions in her eyes changed when she gazed at Carter.

The initial curiosity she had about him had now turned into affection.

She felt that only this kind of man was able to subdue her.

In a softer tone, she said, “Carter, it was my fault just now; I apologize. I was jealous of seeing you treating another woman so nicely. I feel insecure at her beauty when I first met her, so I might have come off rude. If you think I was too over, I can apologize to her. Please don’t chase me out of the car.”

Carter observed her with confusion. Are all girls so fickle-minded? If that was true, he dared not marry such a girl.

He revved up the engine again and sent the lady home.

“You know, I thought you were a gentleman at first sight, who knew you have such a big ego. You’re rude when you’re angry, but I like it,” Jennifer confessed straightforwardly.

Carter’s eyes remained fixed on the road. “Thank you, Ms. Larson, for your admiration, but I don’t deserve it.”

Ignoring that statement, Jennifer said, “Carter, I will go to work at your company tomorrow. I believe you will fall in love with me someday.”

Carter directly rejected her, “Ms. Larson, let me be frank with you—since you’re highly educated, I’m afraid you’ll be a mismatched graduate for the job that my small company can offer. You should continue working in your own company.”

Jennifer pretended not to understand him as she said, “Small companies have their own strengths too. Besides, your company has dozens of people to be considered small. One day there will be hundreds of employees. I like working in a small company; it’s challenging. To witness a small company evolving to a large company will indeed be gratifying.”

“Our company treats everyone equally, regardless of your academic qualifications. I am afraid you will need to start as a clerk. Won’t that be a little insulting to your status?”

Jennifer smiled disapprovingly. “Carter, the strong will eventually survive. I like the atmosphere of your company. Don’t worry. I will climb to the position I want within a year. I have the ability, so I am not concerned.”

Carter had to admit that Jennifer was indeed a mature and confident woman. Not only did she have high self-esteem, but she was also full of confidence, stylish, competent, and beautiful. In other words, it is such a woman that causes men to have an inferiority complex in society nowadays.

Carter was not into complacent women. She and Amelia were not the same type of women, even though both of them were attractive. Although she looked naive and weak in appearance, she was rather proud inside. She only honored those who were of the same status as her and she was too arrogant to even spare the lower-class people a glance. On the other hand, though Amelia might be a little aggressive sometimes, she never looked down on the poor and her respect for the elderly was undeniable.

By comparison, he knew why he liked Amelia so much.

Amelia was gorgeous and, at the same time, had a heart of gold. Although most people might assume her to be difficult to get along with based on her appearance, time would tell how she was.

“Carter, what are you thinking about?” Jennifer was somewhat dissatisfied with his silence.

Carter responded without much thought, “I was thinking—Amelia and you are both beautiful, yet the difference is so significant. She is gentle, kind, dedicated; but you, apart from your look, you’re less than impressive.”

It wasn’t until he had finished his sentences did he come back to his senses and realized he had offended her by accident.

Jennifer fluffed up her lengthy hair, trying to hide her discontent. “Carter, we only met today. Isn’t it a bit unkind for you to define me like this?”

Carter said insincerely, “Sorry.”

“If you feel sorry,” Jennifer responded timely, “then let me go to work in your company tomorrow.”

Carter did not reply.

Jennifer continued, “Carter, give me a chance, and I will prove to you that I am just as capable as the others are. I can guarantee that I am a professional employee. And I will never take things personally at the workplace.”

After a moment, she continued, “Unless you’re the one who’s being unprofessional here.”

“Tomorrow at nine o’clock, bring your resume. I will look at it and decide if you’re a suitable candidate for the company. Otherwise, I’m sorry but I have to let you go.”

“Okay! I am certain that we will be good partners in the future.” Jennifer smiled confidently. “You can rest assured that I will show my full sincerity and not disappoint you.”

Carter held his tongue. Upon arrival in front of a villa, he said, “Ms. Larson, is this the place?”

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“Yes, it’s here. Although our family only comes back once a year, we hire people to take care of the house. The villa is quite clean. Why don’t you come in and sit for a while? My parents treat you like their own son, you know,” Jennifer invited him.

Carter glanced at her placidly. “Ms. Larson, I still don’t know you very well, so stop making this kind of joke. Not everyone is extroverted like you.”

Jennifer’s expression darkened a little. She unfastened her seat belt and got out of the car. Then lowering her head and leaning in, she said, “Has anyone ever told you that you are not a gentleman? But that is what attracts me. The more indifferent you are toward me, the more determined I am to have you. Just you wait. I will make you mine sooner or later.”

“Please close the door. Thank you,” Carter said without looking at her.

Jennifer closed the door and Carter sped off mercilessly.

Jennifer stared into the void for a moment and finally returned to the villa, enraged.

Mr. and Mrs. Larson had yet to sleep and they were somewhat astonished at their daughter’s return. “Jennifer, why didn’t you hang out with Carter for a little longer? Why did you come back so early?”

Jennifer sat next to her parents and transformed into that obedient girl again. “Mom, Dad, Carter and I have just met. Although I have good feelings for him, I can’t just disturb him for too long, can’t I? You were the one who taught me to be reserved with men, so I’ve asked him to send me back.”

Mrs. Larson agreed and smiled. “Jennifer, you are doing the right thing. Instead of holding on to a man tightly, you should treat him with reverse psychology.”

“Mom, I am aware of that. Your daughter is beautiful, and she can get any man she wishes for.”

“You are right. You are our only daughter. Of course, we want the best for you. The Larsons have a big business and you will be the owner of the family business in the future. I think Carter’s character, family background, and appearance are all pretty reliable. You have to grasp this opportunity.”

“Mom, don’t worry. Carter will eventually be mine. We will at least have a few children and there will be an heir for our business.”

“Now, that’s my girl.”

On the other side, Amelia followed Oscar back to the apartment. Upon arrival, the man closed the door and shoved the woman against the wall. He aggressively held her chin and confronted her in a low voice, “Amelia, what have I been telling you all this time? I told you to stay away from Carter, but you keep asking him to send you back. Are you trying to make me wear the horns of a cuckold?”

Amelia did not seem to be fearful at all. She wrapped her arms around his neck and uttered with a smile, “Mr. Clinton, are you jealous?”

Oscar unceremoniously twisted her waist. Amelia moaned in pain and stared at him aggrievedly. “Mr. Clinton, you are so ruthless.”

“Don’t act like a baby. The matter between us has yet to settle.”

Amelia leaned forward and kissed his lips. “Mr. Clinton, my man, please don’t be mad. You see, my whole body is wet. I know you are anxious to have me, but if I don’t change my clothes, I’ll catch a cold later.”

Oscar looked at her compassionately. He then scooped her up and headed for the stairs, taking large strides.

“I didn’t know you’re that desperate,” Amelia said, provoking the man again.

Oscar looked down at her beautiful face. “Shut up!”

Amelia closed her mouth obediently, but her hands started to draw circles on his chest. Oscar looked down at her again and whispered a warning, “Amelia, if you don’t want me to do it in the bathroom, you stay still now.”

Amelia could not stop grinning. “Your endurance has become stronger recently. Bravo, Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar kicked the bedroom door open. Amelia laughed. “You are so brutal! If you break the door, it will be troublesome to find someone to fix it.”

Oscar placed her down and smacked her gently on her hip. “Go ahead and take a bath. We still have unfinished business to talk about.”

Amelia went to get the clothes and gave Oscar a wink. “Mr. Clinton, do you want to shower together?”

Oscar’s eyes wavered but immediately resumed to normal. “You do it alone and come out in ten minutes. I have something to tell you.”

Amelia cast another wink at him before grabbing her nightdress into the bathroom.

When she came out, she made a seductive posture in front of the man. “Mr. Clinton, do I look good now?”

Oscar studied the alluring lady and almost lunged at her like a wolf, but he swiftly recovered his calm.

“Put on a jacket and come sit.” Oscar patted the seat beside him.

Amelia was stunned for a moment. Then she gave Oscar a strange look and joked provocatively, “Mr. Clinton, you’re not incapable, are you?”

Oscar glared at her. “You will know whether I am capable or not soon enough.”

Amelia clammed up, then went to the wardrobe to find a coat and put it on.

“Mr. Clinton, say what you want to say. I am all ears.” Amelia sat on the couch dutifully like a student who had broken a school rule.

Seeing her acting like this, Oscar almost burst into laughter.

“Amelia, can you be a little more serious?” Oscar said, repressing his laughter.

Amelia blinked at him innocently. “Mr. Clinton, I’m being very serious. Can’t you tell?”

Oscar glared at her and confessed straightforwardly, “I went to see Carter today. I told him to remove your name for the training in Saspiuburg, so you don’t have to go anymore.”

Amelia looked at him and said, “Sorry, Mr. Clinton, my boss didn’t tell me that the training in Saspiuburg has been canceled, so I am still going.”

After a pause, her tone turned solemn as she said, “Mr. Clinton, you are a busy person; you need not trouble yourself over such trifles.”

Oscar squinted his eyes. “Trifles?”

“Yes, it seems to me that what you’re doing is just a pointless act. If you still treat me as your wife, please respect me a little.” For the first time, Amelia spoke to Oscar in such a stern manner.

Oscar stood up, approached her, and looked at her condescendingly. “Amelia, do you really think you are my wife?”

“I think so, but you only treat me as a toy, and I can’t do anything about this.”

Oscar looked down at her. “Let me ask you again. Do you insist on going to Saspiuburg?”

Amelia hesitated but finally nodded.

“I gave you a chance, Amelia, but you don’t know how to appreciate it. I won’t stop you, but our marriage will be over.”

Amelia was startled. “Do you have to be so mean?”

“This marriage should have ended before Cassie came back. I just didn’t want to end it with you so abruptly, so I postponed it. But I didn’t expect you to be so ignorant.”

Amelia was shattering inside. “Since you’ve already decided, let it be then. I am nothing but a toy in your heart anyway.”

She was about to walk over to the bed when a mighty force pulled her back. Her face undeviatingly hit Oscar’s stonelike chest and she could hear his bitter voice from above her. “Is that man so important to you?”

Amelia was in pain and she could not react for a while. Her silence seemed to Oscar as tacit consent. Heartbroken, he picked her up abruptly like a madman and threw her on the bed. He jumped above her and started tearing her clothes like a beast out of control.

Looking at Oscar’s fiery eyes, Amelia was flustered. “Mr. Clinton, don’t do this. Let’s talk properly.”

However, Oscar was so riled up this time that he had lost all his senses. All he could think of was to engulf her, leaving her no room to think of another man.

Amelia’s nightdress was torn into pieces in the blink of an eye. Her fair body was now exposed in front of Oscar.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she felt humiliated. Although she still loved Oscar, she could not tolerate this kind of treatment. If he were to force it against her, she would never forgive him for life.

Amelia did not struggle at all but stated coldly, “Mr. Clinton, if you touch me today, it will be totally over between us. I will leave once and for all and you won’t be able to find me for the rest of your life.”

The rage in Oscar’s eyes faded, and he subsequently calmed down. He observed Amelia’s disheveled look and realized how uncivilized he had been. He got down from her and sat on the floor, blaming himself in frustration.

Unlike his usual self, he had become entirely out of control because of Amelia’s words.

“Sorry, I was out of my mind,” Oscar said in a hoarse voice.

Weeping, Amelia drew the quilt to cover her body.

Oscar became more and more upset, and his heart ached. He wanted to hug Amelia, but she avoided him harshly. Suppressing his rage, he said, “I’m sorry. Don’t cry. I was wrong.”

Amelia sobbed for a while. Still buried under the quilt, she said in a trembling voice, “Mr. Clinton, even if you don’t love me, I’ve always held on to the thought that you’re a gentleman who respects women; I didn’t expect you to be such an animal.”

Oscar stretched out his hand and forcibly hugged her with the quilt in his arms. “I was wrong. I’m terribly sorry. Don’t cry, okay? My heart is in turmoil when you cry.”

Amelia raised her hand and hammered his chest. “If you had really forced it on me, I won’t ever forgive you, Mr. Clinton. I’m a woman of my words and you know that. Be grateful that you didn’t go wild, or I won’t ever see you again.”

A panic fear seized Oscar’s heart, but he remained stubborn. “I wouldn’t have behaved like an animal if you didn’t insist on leaving me.”

Amelia responded, “So it’s my fault now? Who was the one out of control just now? The heir of the dignified Clinton Corporations tried to abuse his wife. What will the world think of this if words got out?”

Oscar pinched her cheek gently. “Okay, it was my fault just now, I apologize. Don’t be mad, okay?”

Amelia calmed down and said, “Sure, but on one condition.”

“Anything except for the training in Saspiuburg.”

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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.”

He replied, “I’ll eat after I brush my teeth.”

With that, he returned to the bedroom.

Molly chuckled. “Mrs. Clinton, did you argue with Mr. Clinton?”

After taking a sip of milk, Amelia assured her, “Don’t worry, Molly. We didn’t.”

“Mrs. Clinton, you might call me a busybody, but Mr. Clinton has been pampered since young. It’s inevitable for him to be slightly arrogant. However, his character is decent. Just talk to him more and he’ll fall head over heels for you soon.”

“Okay, Molly.” Amelia smiled faintly. “Your breakfast is still as delicious as always. I haven’t gotten tired of it even after four years. I’ll miss your food if I don’t get to eat it one day.”

It was evident that Molly had misinterpreted her words as she said, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Clinton. When I’m too old to cook, I’ll send my daughter-in-law over. Although she’s an illiterate woman from the countryside, she’s amazing at cooking. In fact, she’s better than the chefs from those high-class restaurants! I guarantee that you’ll be impressed when you eat it.”

“I’m sure your daughter-in-law is a great chef since you yourself are one. I crave her food just by thinking about it,” replied Amelia with a laugh.

“If you crave for it, I’ll tell her to cook something and send it over tonight. Don’t worry, Mrs. Clinton. Although she’s from the countryside, she has stayed in the city for years. She’s no longer as unsophisticated as those in the countrysides, so she won’t offend you in any way.”

Amelia took a bite of the bread before protesting, “Molly, I’ll be angry if you keep this up! You’ve worked for us for so many years that I treat you as part of my family. I’ve never looked down on you. What you said has really hurt me!”

Molly smiled. “Don’t get me wrong, Mrs. Clinton. You’re a gorgeous woman with such a high status. I’m afraid that others might offend you.”

Amelia laughed out loud.

“What’s so funny? Did Molly make a joke?” remarked Oscar as he walked down the stairs.

Amelia quickly stopped smiling. Placing the bread down, she did not even spare a second glance at Oscar before saying, “Molly, I’m full. I gotta go now.”

She grabbed her bag, wore her heels and left.

Confused, Molly hurried toward her and yelled, “Mrs. Clinton, you barely ate anything! Are you not going to eat anything else?”

“Molly, I’m full. I’ll be late for work if I don’t go now.” Amelia gave a casual response before leaving the house.

Molly frowned and glanced at Oscar. “Mr. Clinton, did you really quarrel with Mrs. Clinton? Your mother is worried about both of you. If you two have a falling out, she’ll be so worried that she wouldn’t be able to eat or sleep.”

Oscar grabbed a slice of bread and ate it leisurely. “Molly, even the gentlest cat will throw a tantrum sometimes. I accidentally pulled her too forcefully yesterday. It’s no big deal, so you don’t have to worry.”

Still frowning, Molly said, “Mr. Clinton, I won’t comment any further, but just don’t cross the line.”

Oscar nodded.

After breakfast, he wore his suit, grabbed his briefcase, and took the elevator down.

As he drove out of the underground garage, he whipped out his phone to give Amelia a call. “Amelia, are you really angry?” he asked gently once the call went through.

Amelia replied coldly, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now. There’s a lot of cars on the road and I don’t want to get into a car accident.”

“Let’s eat together in the afternoon.” Clinton was offering an olive branch, wanting to reconcile with her.

“There’s a lunch gathering in the office this afternoon, so I’m afraid I cannot eat with you. Settle lunch yourself, Mr. Clinton,” rejected Amelia without the slightest trace of hesitation.

Oscar frowned. Before he could speak, he heard Amelia yelling in surprise.

He was so shocked that he almost dropped his phone.

“What’s wrong, Amelia?” asked Oscar anxiously.

However, he heard no response.

He yelled consecutively, but it was still silent on Amelia’s end. He hung up and called again but to no response.

His heart pounded frantically as he kept calling her number. After a long time, someone answered the call. However, it was not her voice.

He demanded coldly, “Who are you and what happened to Amelia?”

It was a middle-aged man talking. “Hello, are you this lady’s husband? She just got into a car accident and has just been rescued from the car. We’re waiting for the ambulance—”

Oscar did not even wait for him to finish his sentence as he bellowed, “Where are you?” Shocked, the middle-aged man told him the address timidly.

Oscar threatened, “Make sure that her phone is reachable. Otherwise, I’ll tear you into pieces if I can’t find her when I get there.”

“Okay, okay.”

After hanging up the call, he drove to the address the middle-aged man had reported rapidly. However, in the middle of the journey, the man called him again and said that Amelia was on the way to the Principal General Hospital in an ambulance.

Oscar made a sharp U-turn and drove toward the said hospital.

He personally called the chief of the Principal General Hospital and said solemnly, “Mr. Lancester, Amelia got into an accident and is on the way to your hospital. Please operate on her personally and ensure that she’s all right no matter what.”

Before the chief could figure out what Oscar was talking about, the latter continued, “Mr. Lancester, I’m counting on you.”

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Too Much to Bear My Love Chapter 60

After hanging up the phone, Oscar floored the accelerator and headed to the hospital, but it was the rush hour and traffic was heavy. Thus, he got out of the car and hailed a motorcycle taxi. With a serious look on his face, he told the driver, “To the Principal General Hospital, please.”

Seeing his expression, the driver was too frightened to react. Growing displeased, Oscar growled, “Hurry.”

The driver panicked and repeated himself a few times. He then drove as fast as he could and only arrived at the hospital after about thirty minutes.

Upon arrival at the hospital, Oscar asked the nurse, who then told him that Amelia was undergoing an operation in the operating room on the third floor.

He went to the third floor and felt perturbed upon seeing that the surgery was still going on. A middle-aged man standing on the other side saw him and went to him timidly, asking, “A-Are you the husband of the woman?”

Oscar gave him a piercing look, scaring the living daylights out of him.

“You’re the one who just called me?” asked Oscar.

The middle-aged man nodded.

“How did my wife get into a car accident? She was fine when I talked to her on the phone,” Oscar questioned with a frown.

The middle-aged man flinched as he replied fearfully, “I-I was in a hurry and ran the red light, so the lady swerved—”

Before he could finish speaking, Oscar lifted him off the ground and warned, “If something happens to my wife, I won’t let you off.”

“Sir, I didn’t run the red light on purpose. It’s just that I need money for my kids’ school, so I was in a hurry to go to work. I didn’t expect a car to come out so suddenly—”

Oscar punched him in the face before he could finish his sentence. Two police officers, who happened to come over to ask about the accident, saw Oscar’s action and hurriedly rushed up to them. “Sir, you can’t just hit people!”

Fuming with anger, Oscar protested, “This man’s the reason why my wife is in the operating room. Shouldn’t I beat him up? If it weren’t for him, Amelia wouldn’t have to suffer in the operating room.”

The two police officers fell silent.

“Did you run the red light and cause her to have an accident?” the female officer asked.

The middle-aged man became even more frightened as he replied, “I didn’t mean it, officer. Can you not put me in jail? I have a family to feed, and the kids still need me. I need to make money for their tuition fees.”

“Sir, don’t be afraid. We’re just taking you back to get some information,” the female office assured gently.

The middle-aged man covered his face with his hands and burst into tears. “I don’t want to go to jail. I still have a big family to feed.”

“Sir, if you continue to be like this, you’ll be obstructing us in performing our official duties, and we’ll need to get rough with you.” The two officers picked him up.

As Oscar walked up to the middle-aged man, the officers warned, “Sir, hitting people is against the law. We understand how you feel after the unfortunate incident that happened to your wife. But before we find out what has happened, please calm down and stop hitting people.”

“I don’t hit people. I just want him to give me my wife’s phone back,” stated Oscar.

With a pale face, the middle-aged man handed the phone to Oscar, who then took the phone and sat on the bench. He wanted to check her phone, but a passcode was required to unlock it. He tried to insert his birthdate and to his surprise, it was the correct passcode. Browsing through her phone, he was surprised to find that it was filled with his photos and posts about her feelings.

One of them read: I think I’ve fallen in love with Oscar. When I first married him, it was only because of money, but now, I’ve really fallen for him. Unfortunately, he only treats me like a sex toy. I don’t know if it’s right or wrong to fall in love with him, but I just do. There’s no turning back in love.

Another read: Today, he told me that Cassie is coming back soon, so he wanted to divorce me. I had mixed feelings when he said that because I don’t want to divorce. I’ve already paid off my debts. Even if I no longer need money from him, I’m still willing to be with him. Sadly, he only has eyes for Cassie, not me. Hearing him call me a toy or a pet actually upset me. I tried asking him what he would do if I was pregnant, but he wanted me to abort it. Thus, I don’t dare to tell him about my pregnancy. This is our baby. Even if we divorce in the future, this child will be all I’ve left of him. In hindsight, if I had known that I would fall in love with him, I might not have married him, nor would I have let my baby lose his father even before he’s born.

The next read: I’ve been pregnant for three months now. The doctor said that the baby is very healthy. I’m very happy. I can feel the baby growing slowly in my belly. I’m starting to feel not as sad anymore even if Oscar wants to divorce me. As long as the child is born safely, I’ll shower him with both motherly love and fatherly love.

A more recent one read: The Clintons have begun to suspect that I’m pregnant. I’m really afraid that they’ll find out the truth. My mother-in-law really loves me, but Oscar is too cruel. Once he finds out that I’m really pregnant, he might ask me to abort it. I can’t risk losing my child while losing him at the same time. I’m afraid I’ll grow to hate him after losing my child. He’s the only man I’ve ever loved and slept with. I don’t want to end our relationship with hatred.

The latest read: I want to go to Saspiuburg. In addition to training, I actually want to avoid the Clintons and give birth to the baby safely, but Oscar uncharacteristically wants me to stay. I’m afraid that he’s actually found out about my pregnancy and wanted me to abort it. I’m in a very complicated mood now. I don’t know how I’m gonna face him when he asks me to abort the baby. He’s quite a monster sometimes. He can break the heart of the woman who truly loves him.

Having read those entries, Oscar was struck dumb at the truth that she was pregnant. Upon learning about this, he did not think of abortion. Instead, he developed a sense of fatherhood. However, the trepidation he sensed from Amelia’s posts made his heart ache. He realized that he had been treating her badly.

I was the one who wanted an abortion at the time. What a jerk I am. How can I push my own wife into a corner like this? And now she’s in the operating room fighting death… He could not imagine losing Amelia and his baby due to the car crash; he did not want anything to happen to them.

It was not until Amelia had entered the operating room that he realized that she was not just a tool for him to vent his desires and that he might have a little affection for her. He did not dare to find out if he had unwittingly fallen in love with her as it made him feel like he had betrayed Cassie.

With his hands supporting his forehead, he was lost in thought.

After some time, the door of the operating room opened and a group of doctors came out. Rising to his feet, Oscar walked over quickly and asked the man leading the group, “Mr. Lancester, how’s Amelia?”

“Don’t worry, Oscar. Your wife is fine, but the baby’s a little breech. She needs to recuperate,” Robert Lancester, who was also the chief of the hospital, answered with a smile.

Oscar breathed a sigh of relief.

Robert added, “Oscar, you’re not young anymore. Now that you finally have a baby with Amelia, you should focus more on your family instead of work. Take good care of your wife. She’s already five months into pregnancy. Don’t let her get too busy.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lancester. I’ll get people to send you the equipment that you wanted soon,” replied Oscar, nodding.

“Don’t stand on ceremony, Oscar. We’re family friends for so many years. Anyway, your parents must be very happy now, right? They have been looking forward to having a grandchild for so long.” Robert smiled.

“Yes, they are. Thank you so much, Mr. Lancester.”

“No worries. Amelia will be sent to the ward in a while, so you can visit her later. By the way, since she’s pregnant now, it’s better that your mom comes and takes care of her. Women are more attentive than men, after all.”

With that, Robert left with the other doctors and nurses.

As Amelia was sent to a VIP ward, Oscar followed. Watching her lying unconscious on the bed, he felt a throbbing pain in his heart. He sat on the chair and reached out to touch her but did not after looking at her pale face.

He shifted his gaze to the bump on her belly and complicated emotions flashed across his eyes as he muttered, “Amelia, you’re getting so good at lying now, huh? How can you lie to me that you’re just gaining weight? But I know it’s my fault too. If I hadn’t wanted you to abort the baby, you would have told me about your pregnancy happily.”

Oscar was having mixed feelings at this moment. He wanted this baby, but the thought of Cassie, who was about to come back, stopped him from having this thought. However, he could not bring himself to tell Amelia to abort the child as well after seeing her lie on the bed looking so haggard.

Even though he acted indifferent and cruel toward Amelia, he knew deep down that he had a soft spot for her.

Upon deliberation, he took out his phone and made a call. After the call was answered, he said dully, “Mom, Amelia’s pregnant. She’s at the Principal General Hospital now.”

After speaking, he hung up the phone before Olivia could ask anything.

Half an hour later, Olivia and Owen rushed to the hospital and were told by Robert that Amelia was five months pregnant and that she had nearly lost the baby in the car accident just now. He also told them that although Amelia and her baby were fine, she needed to rest well, otherwise, it would not do her any good.

Upon learning about Amelia’s pregnancy, Olivia was overjoyed, but the mention of the car crash gave her the scare of her life. Grabbing Robert’s hand anxiously, she asked, “Robert, are Amelia and her baby really fine? Maybe you should give her another check-up. She’s the only daughter-in-law of our family, and the baby she carries is our first grandchild. I don’t want anything to happen to them.”

“Don’t worry. I also treat Amelia like my daughter, so I dote on her too. Both she and her baby are perfectly fine,” reassured Robert.

Then, he told them which ward Amelia was staying.