Too Much to Bear, My Love - Season 2 Episode 5

“Go on.”

“What do you take Amelia for? A wife? A contract partner?”

Oscar glanced at her for a split second. Then he uttered two simple words, “A wife.”

“Good. Then have you ever thought about growing old with her?”

“No.”

Tifanny scowled. This jerk! He really doesn’t beat around the bush, huh… but his straightforwardness makes me want to choke him to death.

“You’re an honest man, Mr. Clinton. But why do I feel like strangling you to death?” Tiffany asked through gritted teeth.

“That’s your problem, not mine.”

Tiffany’s jaw clenched harder. How can this man be so despicable?

She rolled her eyes and retorted, “I guess Amelia can finally give an explanation to Mrs. Scott since you’ve made your stance clear. Mrs. Scott called me today and said she misses Amelia. She also asked if Amelia and Carter have any chance of getting together. At first, I didn’t give a sure answer because you’re still in the picture. But based on your answer just now, I’ll tell Mrs. Scott that Carter can go ahead and pursue Amelia.”

Something dark suddenly flickered in Oscar’s eyes.

“What did you say?”

“I’m sure you’ve heard what I said. I see no need to repeat myself.” Tiffany shrugged. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Mr. Clinton, but Amelia is still very popular among the elderly. Although Mrs. Scott initially misunderstood Amelia, she apologized for it afterward. And now she’s trying to mend hers and Amelia’s relationship, especially since she has witnessed Carter’s devotion to Amelia. I’m telling you. If you don’t take Amelia seriously, someone else will. You’re not the only man that desires her in this world.”

“She’s mine. Everyone else can forget about pursuing her.”

“But she won’t be yours if you get divorced. Amelia can behave in however way she pleases with other men. She’s free to flirt and be cared for by others… unless you decide to keep your marriage.”

Oscar’s fists coiled taut, but his face remained relaxed in a calm manner.

“Mr. Clinton. I personally think that your and Amelia’s divorce would be a good decision. She’d be better off in a more reliable relationship with Carter than if she stayed with you. At least he doesn’t have a messy history with other women, and he’ll never cause her emotional pain,” Tiffany spat. She wanted to spark jealousy in Oscar.

Oscar looked at her with an empty stare. “Tiffany, do you know what becomes of those who provoke me?”

“What? You’ll kill off my career in this city, so I can’t make a living?”

“No. I’ll ensure that you’ll never leave this city. Then I’ll make your life here a living hell, making you wish that you were dead. Do you believe that I’m capable of this?”

A chill swelled in Tiffany’s chest, prickling her with gooseflesh down her arms. Sure enough, it wasn’t easy to dance with the devil; one wrong move and she would end up being tortured in hell eternally, not a single piece of her would escape unscathed.

Tiffany believed every word Oscar said. She believed that he told the truth and that he was more than capable of making her life in this city a living hell.

There was no need to ask her why. This was the difference between the rich and the average. As the saying goes, money talks, and anything or anyone could be bought over with money.

continue to say that she is

Although she was terrified, she wasn’t going to give

her feelings, whilst she

stared straight at her

oppressive force behind Oscar’s stare. She felt like she was no longer

She wanted to escape from the

Oscars’ brisk,

you still in touch with Mrs. Scott?” Oscar

him, “Mr. Clinton, you’re not going to monitor all my friendships too, are you? I’m not Amelia. I won’t obey you blindly for the sake of being

friends with, but don’t encourage Amelia to mix in with your crowd. She’s

before; they were

you think that’s a bit too greedy

“Is it?”

with good looks, good education, and had admirable work capabilities. He’s an exceptional man; I’ll give him that. Such a man is definitely

before saying, “Mr. Clinton, do you know the kind of life that

a word came from

People think that she’s too frivolous and immoral to have as a wife, that whoever marries her will surely feel uneasy. Little do

Clinton. If you truly care, then you should really cherish her more. Losing her will mean losing everything that’s good and pure

bag and continued, “Please treat Amelia better. I’m heading off

left. She didn’t want to be the

She noticed that Tiffany was nowhere to be found and asked, “Where’s

attend to some matters,” Oscar

and said, “Tiff is my best friend, Mr. Clinton. Can’t you

I not friendly enough

one to mince her words. And given Oscar’s temperament, it was a miracle that he hadn’t rudely retorted back at

the silverware and said, “Here, try some and tell me what you think of the taste. I haven’t cooked in a while, so I’m not sure

Amelia greatly; she no longer cared about how the noodles tasted. All that mattered was

offered, “There’s still more in

Oscar shook his head.

collected their dishes and brought them into the kitchen for washing. When she was done, she dried off her hands before

patted the spot next to him.

walked over and sat down

questioned straightforwardly, “Are you still in

eyed him sideways. Pretending to be calm, she asked, “Why do you ask,

just something that Tiffany

would never talk nonsense. But at the same time, she feared that Tiffany had deliberately portrayed the Scotts as villains in an attempt to defend her honor.

“What did she say?”

and the Scotts.” Oscar probed further into the matter. He asked, “You seem nervous, why’s that? Is there some unspeakable thing going on between you and

as she mentally prepared herself to face him head-on. After all, Oscar was a man of many faces. He was exceptionally skilled at getting others to say what he wanted them to; hidden underneath his youthful appearance was a cunning man. He was an incredibly sly old fox at

that if you wanted to, you’d be able to find out if there’s anything between me and the Scotts, Mr. Clinton. So why bother asking me?” Amelia asked,

Their gazes met as he declared, “I won’t tolerate letting anyone take advantage of my woman.”

Amelia’s heart shivered at this, but she kept on smiling. “Tiff was only looking out for me. Granted, she may have exaggerated a little, but you shouldn’t take her words to heart, Mr. Clinton. I’ll deal with mine and the Scotts’ affair. There’s no need for you to fuss over a group of irrelevant people.”

Oscar’s gaze intensified. There was something immeasurable in the way he looked at her.

“Tiffany only said that she still kept in contact with Mrs. Scott. She didn’t mention you at all, though. Unless… you’ve been in contact with them this whole time?”

I knew it. This sly old fox used this whole conversation to lure me into admitting what he wanted to hear.

Fine… might as well cut to the chase. She boldly met his gaze and stated, “If there’s anything you’d like to know, Mr. Clinton, you may ask me directly.”

Oscar stilled for a moment.

“You want to know if Carter and I have completely cut ties, isn’t that right, Mr. Clinton? I know that you secretly hired someone to investigate his and my relationship after those intimate photos resurfaced. But just like your investigator reported, Carter and I met in university. There were fleeting moments of affection between us, but for various reasons, we never got together. Then, I married you right after that. So in almost five years of our marriage, I have never once done anything to betray you. Is there anything else you’d like to know, Mr. Clinton?”

Amelia’s words were direct and frank, but a piercing sadness lingered in her voice.

Oscar looked at her. He could see the stubbornness in her gaze.

This silly woman… Did she really think I would blame her for such trivial things from her past?

I’m a grown man. I understand that everyone has a past; Those who latch onto their significant others’ dating histories are pathetically childish. A mature man would never do that. He’d treat his woman well and secure a position as the only man in her life.

Oscar’s arm snaked around Amelia’s waist and pulled forcefully. He moved so quickly that Amelia landed into his arms before she could finish yelping.

He tapped her nose and teased affectionately, “Did you really think I was criticizing your past?”

Amelia pouted. “Weren’t you?”

“You silly woman. If I cared about your past, then I wouldn’t have married you in the first place.”

Amelia scoffed to herself. You speak as if we got married for love.

You don’t care about my past because we are united by a marriage contract, nothing more.

Oscar lowered his head closer to hers. He nipped at her lip and asked, “You don’t believe me?”

Amelia shook her head. “I believe every word you say is the truth.”

Oscar placed a hand on her back, scooping her up before moving toward the sofa. He placed her down and was careful not to press onto her stomach as they kissed.

Amelia fell victim to his skillful tongue; she was so enthralled by the kiss that she hardly had time to think straight. Her thoughts jumbled up in knots.

When their lips separated, Amelia’s vision had become clouded. It took a while for her eyes to settle on the man before her.

She panted, taking in multiple breaths of air before patting her limp hand on his chest.