Chapter 14


    Oscar’s knocks gradually became heavier and furious. “Amelia Winters, open the door!” he


    commanded. It wasn’t until he knocked ten consecutive times that the door finally clicked open from the


    inside.


    Amelia, dressed only in a bathrobe, was standing behind the door, her hair wet and her cheeks slightly


    flushed. She was, needless to say, a picture-perfect example of temptation. Oscar’s eyes darkened


    with desire in a blink of an eye.


    His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and scrutinized her from head to toe. Amelia noticed the


    difference in his behavior, yet she remained distant when she spoke. “Mr. Clinton, I’m tired.” Oscar


    nced down at her, picked her up, and kicked the door shut with the back of his foot. He lowered her


    onto the couch in the room, hisrge, calloused hand caressing her soft cheeks.


    “Why are you throwing a tantrum?” Amelia rested her hands on his broad chest and replied, “Nothing.


    I’m just tired, that’s all.” He looked at her silently. “It better be. I’d picked you in the first ce because I


    liked that you weren’t one who enjoyed meaningless quarrels. If you’re now learning to put up airs with


    me, let me make it clear—you won’t end up with a thing from me.” She was aware this was a warning


    from him.


    Her heart felt like it had dropped into a ck hole, sinking so deep she could feel it in her stomach. But


    she still wore a smile on her face to conceal it. “Mr. Clinton, you don’t have to keep reminding me. I


    know it better than anyone else that our marriage’s merely a transaction.


    I’m not delusional. I love your money, you enjoy my body, and asionally I’ll help you to get rid of


    unwanted admirers.” Oscar gazed fervently at her as if trying to pick up any trace of unwillingness or


    pretense on her face.


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    “That’s good to hear.” Amelia was suddenly hit by a wave of fatigue. The thought of dealing with Oscar


    Clinton waspletely overtaken by her yearning to go to bed. She closed her eyes and said,


    “I’m really tired. May I sleep?” Oscar lifted her without warning, gently cing her on the bed before


    climbing up above her. It was nearly half an hourter when the bed stopped creaking and their heavy


    panting gradually slowed down in unison. Amelia leaned against his chest, inhaling his distinct


    masculine scent. She failed to conceal the weariness in her eyes for her body was worn out and so


    was her heart.


    Oscar naturally noticed her abnormality and lifted her chin with his forefinger. “What’s the matter?


    ” She shut her eyes at that, letting the silence fill up the room before she mustered up the courage to


    ask, “Darling, if I am pregnant with our baby, will you want me to give birth to them?” Her lonelinesste


    at night had caused her to spill her unspoken thoughts.


    She subconsciously wanted to treat Oscar as a loving husband rather than an associate of their


    transaction. “Are you pregnant?” His tone wasposed, making it hard to tell what his true thoughts


    were. “What if I am? What will you do?” she asked feebly. Perhaps she was still wishing for Oscar to


    allow her to keep the child.