Love You Enough to Leave You - Season 2 Episode 64

Amelia stared at the door, which Tiffany had slammed shut. Then, she turned to look at Oscar. “Excuse me, Mr. Clinton, but are you that petty?”

Gazing at her affectionately, Oscar lifted his hand and tapped her on the nose. “Don’t you know that better than anyone else?” he drawled.

Unbidden, the corners of Amelia’s mouth lifted. She appeared to be in an exceedingly good mood now.

Meanwhile, Oscar was now in love with the feminine side of her – her shyness, allure, and even child- like naivety at times. In short, the many sides of her simply had him irrevocably infatuated.

I’ve truly squandered the time we’ve spent together in the past! I’d always thought that she was a gold digger, who was trying to seduce me, so I’d never planned to truly understand her. In doing so, I’ve really wasted too much time! But now, I’m glad I’ve finally moved to open my heart and appreciate the different sides of her. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have realized that she’s actually so adorable and enchanting!

Wrapping her arms around his waist, Amelia nestled into his embrace docilely. “I missed you, Darling,” she murmured.

This statement was very effective against Oscar, for the corners of his mouth lifted. He then pulled her nearer to him, plastering their bodies even closer.

“I missed you, too.”

An unprecedented sense of security flooded Amelia as she burrowed against him. I wish I can stay in his embrace forever, never to be separated from him!

Subsequently, Oscar raised his hand and stroked her hair. His deep voice was exceeding hypnotizing as he asked, “Did you eat properly while I was gone?”

At this, Amelia chuckled. “While you were gone, I used food to alleviate my sorrow and ate even more than when you were here. I feel as though I’m turning into a little pig now.”

As Oscar lifted a hand and placed it over her stomach, he jested, “Let me see whether you’ve truly become a little pig.”

Upon hearing this, Amelia’s laughter grew even more exuberant.

The two of them bantered for a while before Amelia changed the subject. “Darling, Tiff wasn’t deliberately trying to gainsay you, so don’t take offense at her.”

At the mention of this, the look in Oscar’s eyes changed. He then tilted her chin up. “I notice that you sometimes care about her more than you do me,” he noted tersely.

Amelia met his eyes, and they both stared at each other. In the end, she couldn’t help exclaiming with a giggle, “Don’t tell me you’re jealous, Darling?”

In response, Oscar grabbed her hand and nipped it. “You’ve grown bolder again now that you even dare poke fun at me,” he commented.

At this moment, Amelia’s smile was exceedingly sweet, the bliss written on her face plainly visible to all.

The affection in Oscar’s gaze deepened when he saw that. Tapping her on the nose, he then declared, “In the future, you’re not allowed to speak of Tiffany too much in front of me.”

Amelia lifted her head and stared at him as she said with utmost seriousness, “Darling, Tiff is my best friend, and she was the only one who was willing to stay by my side when I was at my lowest. I’ll never forget her friendship. Can’t you be a bit more amicable to her for my sake?”

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However, Oscar remained silent, saying nary a word.

A glimmer of disappointment flashed across Amelia’s eyes.

He’s indeed rather good to me, but he’s unwilling to be good to my friends. People say that when a man truly loves a woman, not only will he take care of her meticulously, but he’ll also take good care of her parents, family members, friends, and relatives.

Admittedly, he has always provided for me financially, but he has never tried to be part of my life. Plus, his attitude toward my friends is also lukewarm.

Unbidden, she wondered, Is he still regarding me as a dispensable pet even as he draws close to me now and pampers me?

Naturally, Oscar noticed her sudden change in demeanor. Lifting her chin, he queried, “What’s wrong? Are you not happy?”

Amelia shook her head, shaking off the tangle of thoughts in her mind. Then, as though nothing had happened, she blurted, “Didn’t you say you’re going to cook for me, Mr. Clinton? Let’s go. I’m really looking forward to trying your cooking. After all, I’ve never seen you cooking in the five years we’ve been married.”

As a sense of distance manifested, Amelia changed her address of him out of habit.

The moment her words fell, Oscar hugged her domineeringly. “You’re unhappy,” he declared. It wasn’t a question, but a statement.

Amelia was still wearing a smile on her face, but her smile was tinged with a hint of detachment.

Oscar hated such a smile from her, for it made him feel that there was a gulf between them.

His possessiveness was exceedingly intense in matters of the heart, so he hoped that his woman would make him the priority without having any other motives in the mix.

“Are you unhappy because my attitude toward Tiffany is too cold?” he demanded, hitting the nail right on the head.

However, Amelia shook her head.

All of a sudden, she felt that it was rather childish to be bothered about such a matter when it came to their relationship. What does it matter whether he’s good to my friends and family? He’s my husband now, and he’s going to be my baby’s daddy in the future. That’s enough.

Furthermore, we didn’t get married out of love in the first place, but for some other reason. In turn, our marriage is destined to be stained with impurities. Thus, it’s actually rather unreasonable for me to hope that he’ll be good to my friends.

Out of the blue, Oscar asserted firmly, “I don’t like you keeping secrets from me.”

As Amelia stared at him, she suddenly felt like giggling. I never knew that he has such a serious side to him.

“Mr. Clinton, I really hope that you can get along well with Tiff. It’s not a far stretch to say that the two of you are the most important people to me, so I indeed feel a tad uncomfortable here when I see you both fighting like cats and dogs every time you meet.” As she spoke, she pointed at her heart.

At this, an array of emotions flittered across Oscar’s eyes. In the end, he conceded, “I’ll try my best to be nice to her in the future, okay?”

Amelia was stunned for a moment, for she had never expected that he would one day compromise with her.

I’d always thought that he’d never relent easily just because of a request from me. When did he become so soft-hearted? Or is he only this indulgent because it’s me?

When Oscar noticed that the smile on her face had turned genuine, he breathed a sigh of relief. “Are you happy now?” he asked.

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Amelia replied in the affirmative and gave him a warm hug.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Clinton. Thank you for always indulging me. Even if I’m not the person you love, I still thank you for having treated me so well in the past four or five years,” she remarked sincerely.

Again, a range of emotions flashed across Oscar’s eyes, rendering his thoughts indiscernible.

After Amelia had said that, she flashed him an incredibly warm smile.

Then, she placed a hand over her stomach and lamented in feigned distress, “I’m hungry, Mr. Clinton. The baby is also urging me to tell you this – ‘Daddy, I’m starving! Hurry up and cook something for me, or I’m going to be angry with you!’ There you have it.”

At this, Oscar chuckled in exasperation.

I really can’t bring myself to be hard on her. Speaking of that, I’ve truly been blind in the past! How could I have thought that such a pure girl is a gold digger?

Subsequently, Oscar went into the kitchen to cook, while Amelia helped him out.

This was the first time she ever saw him cooking, and only now did she realize that he was actually a man with hidden talents. After all, his movements were extremely nimble as he bustled about. At this sight, she recalled how he’d once said that he couldn’t cook, nor would he ever cook. Actually, it’s not

that he can’t cook or isn’t willing to do so. Rather, he hasn’t met the right person, so he didn’t have the inclination to cook. In this case, does his willingness to cook for me now mean that his feelings for me have already undergone a fundamental change?

As Amelia gazed at Oscar, who wore an apron and looked like a househusband, the corners of her mouth lifted. Ah, such bliss is truly inconceivable!

This was the first time a man had ever cooked for her. True to the claim that a man was most handsome while cooking, and she almost lost herself in his extraordinary allure.

In the past, he was very cold and aloof. But now, the man, who was washing vegetables in the kitchen, had lost his hostility of the past and was much more approachable. Hence, she was all the more captivated by his current self.

I can’t believe that such an outstanding man is actually my husband! I must have done a good deed in the past life and garnered God’s favor. That’s the only explanation for me to have met him. Despite our less-than-stellar start, our relationship is wonderful at this moment, and I’m also feeling blessed beyond words!

As long as he doesn’t mention anything about a divorce, I’m willing to keep myself immersed in this beautiful dream he weaved and believe that he truly loves me even if this bubble will ruthlessly burst one day.

Hugging Oscar from behind, Amelia professed, “I’m really happy now, Mr. Clinton. I truly wish this happiness will remain for a while longer.” She sounded wholly like a young maiden who was in the love for the first time.

While washing the vegetables, Oscar stilled for a moment. Then, he teased her, saying with a chuckle, “You’re happy just because I’m cooking for you. Are you really this easily satisfied?”

Behind him, Amelia nodded. “It feels like home.”

Upon hearing this, Oscar’s heart abruptly clenched. He then deliberately made light of things, noting, “I thought only diamonds and jewels will be able to win over a devastating beauty like you. Never had I thought that a mere meal is sufficient to conquer your heart.”

In response, Amelia lifted a hand and hit his back lightly.

In the next moment, Oscar guffawed aloud, his low laughter reverberating in the relatively huge kitchen.

Likewise, Amelia was in high spirits.

As Oscar cooked in the kitchen, she silently watched at the side. Such happiness and bliss were priceless, for no amount of money could ever buy it.

In the past, she always prepared a feast and awaited his return hopefully, but he either came home late for various reasons or disdained the food. Thus, she had to watch as the steaming hot food grew cold and lost all warmth – just like her heart. In the beginning, it was filled with hopeful anticipation before it slowly turned into disappointment, and finally, it became numb.

However, things were now different. Oscar was personally cooking for her, so she felt exceedingly happy no matter the taste.

In reality, women’s desires were very simple – a warm home, a loving husband, sensible and adorable kids, as well as for the entire family to be safe and peaceful. Apart from that, nothing truly matters all that much.