Chapter 45


    Cassie’s head drooped and there was a sh in her eyes. When she looked back up, she was back to


    her innocent, bubbly self.


    “Oz,e sit with me. Don’t worry. I’m not going to harm you. Even if something should happen, isn’t it


    always the woman who’s at a disadvantage? I’m not even afraid, so why should you be?” Cassie sat


    Oscar down and brought him his ss of wine. “Go ahead and try it. Let me know if you like the taste.”


    With a practiced hand, Oscar swirled his wine to release its aromas. He then brought the ss to his lips


    and took a sip, savoring it slowly. “This wine is good. It’s full bodied and rich.”


    Cassieughed. “Good, good. You should drink more then.”


    The two of them continued to chat and drink through the night. Even though he could usually hold his


    liquor, Oscar was starting to feel the buzz from the wine. He tried to stand up, only to fall back into his


    chair.


    Concerned, Cassie made her way toward him. “Are you drunk? Let me take you to the bed.”


    Oscar wanted to swat her away but found himself too weak to do anything. He gave in and let Cassie


    lead him to bed. As she reached out to remove his clothes, he suddenly grabbed her hands. “Oz, you’re


    drunk. I’m taking your clothes off so you can sleep morefortably,” she said softly.


    Oscar stared at her with ssy eyes.


    A sly smile lit up Cassie’s face. “I’ll make you feel even morefortable in a while. After tonight, I will


    officially be your woman.”


    She reached up to caress Oscar’s face. “Don’t me me for setting you up, Oz. I was just so afraid of


    losing you to Amelia. You keep telling me you love me, but you refuse to be intimate with me. You left me


    no choice but to do things my way. Once this night is over, you’re mine forever.”


    Oscar was still staring at her in his drunken state when he suddenly muttered, “Amelia.”


    This came like a bolt from the blue and Cassie froze.


    “You keep saying you no longer love her, but even in this drunken and drugged state, you’re still calling


    out her name.” Cassie felt her rage boiling over and started tearing at Oscar’s clothes. “I was going to


    drug you further, but I held back for fear of side effects. How could you still call out her name? Do you


    know how much this hurts me?”


    Oscar continued muttering, “Amelia, you’re home? Let’s go to bed then.” He was about to sit up and pull


    Cassie into bed, but he couldn’t muster an ounce of energy to do so.


    “Amelia, what’s wrong with me?” he asked quizzically.


    Cassie gathered all her strength to remove Oscar’s clothes before stripping herself down. As she


    straddled him, Oscar pushed her away in frustration. “Go away. You stink”


    Cassie was ashamed, embarrassed, and angry. She had people fawning over her since she was a child


    and never had she ever been shamed like this. And to be humiliated by the man who imed to love


    her? This made Cassie even more furious.


    She grabbed his face and gave a sultry whisper, “What’s the matter, Oz? Don’t be such a grump. Let’s go


    to bed.”


    Oscar snored away, dead to the world.


    Cassie’s face turned dark. She was not at all amused.


    “Oscar Clinton, you keep saying you love me, and yet you’ve been humiliating me. The more you push


    me away, the more I want to be yours. Mark my words. I’ll make sure I’m the only woman in your


    life from now on.”


    Cassie was about to lean down and nt a kiss on Oscar’s lips when he suddenly muttered, “Amelia, I


    don’t want a divorce. I think I’m in love with you.” He even had


    on such a dopey smile as he said that, a stark contrast from the cool, authoritative demeanor he always


    had.


    Cassie was seething. She leaned into his ear and whispered, “Oz, I’ll make you fall in love with me


    again.”


    She got off the bed and took out a packet of human blood from the wardrobe. It was one that she had


    purchased from the hospital. She tore a small opening and dripped a few drops onto the bed.


    She dumped the remaining blood into the toilet and flushed it away.


    Cassie then got back into bed and calmlyy on Oscar. “I hope you dream of me tonight.”


    The next day, Oscar woke up to see Cassie still asleep and snuggled against his chest. He saw that they


    were both naked and guessed as much as to what they might have done. What he didn’t understand was


    why he couldn’t remember anything about getting intimate with her.


    He hated this feeling. He was even a little disgusted by it. Oscar wondered if Cassie had set him up but


    promptly ruled that out. She was far too innocent to be this scheming. This was all probably just a


    misunderstanding.


    Oscar was still contemting it when Cassie stirred. She met his gaze with red, puffy eyes. “Oz, you got


    so drunkst night you forced me into bed. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t snap you out of it.


    You’ve promised me you wouldn’t hurt me, and yet you were so roughst night. I cried and tried to stop


    you but you just wouldn’t listen.”


    Having said that, she broke into tears.


    Oscar frowned but still hugged her gently. “Now, now, don’t cry. It was my fault that I got stupid drunk and


    did what I did. I promise I’ll take full responsibility.”


    Cassie leaned into his chest. “You were really rough with mest night and it hurt. I won’t me you


    though. I already knew I was going to save myself for you ever since we started dating. You wanted to


    wait till we got married and I was fine with that too. Now that you’ve taken my virginity, I’m officially yours.


    You can’t let me down now.”


    Oscar’s gaze shifted to the drops of blood left on the bed and felt a surge of pity toward Cassie. “Don’t


    worry,” he said softly. “I’ll take responsibility for this. You’re now my woman, and I won’t let anyone bully


    you.” Cassie gave a quick, self-satisfied smile. “I won’t force you to divorce either, Oz. But the way you


    werest night… There wasn’t any protection used. What if you got me pregnant? I don’t want my baby


    to be an illegitimate child.” Oscar had a mix of emotions swirling inside him now. To be honest, he had


    always dreaded the prospect of marrying Cassie. He was aware of how often he professed his love for


    her but getting married was a whole other deal. He would usually suppress these thoughts and emotions,


    but now they were boiling over. He had been in the business world for so long. The fact that he could


    bring their family business to even greater heights just showed how clever and capable he was. Yet now


    he had to convince himself that he loved Cassie? Had Cassie tricked him? Had he lost to her? “Oz?


    What’s wrong? Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you disgusted by me now and regret your promise


    to marry me? You know I’m not that kind of woman, right? If you really don’t wish to marry me, I won’t


    force you either. We’ll cut all ties, and I’ll go back to Erihal. Even if I do have your child, I’ll raise him


    myself.” Before the teary-eyed Cassie could leave the bed, Oscar stopped her and hugged her tight.


    “You’ve misunderstood me, Cassie. I was just thinking about stuff earlier. I’ll make good on my promise


    to get the divorce and marry you. You’re the woman I’ve always longed for, and I won’t ever let you down


    again.” “I’m so relieved to hear that,” Cassie replied gently. “Why don’t you take a shower before going to


    work? I have to meet my team too. There might be a recital to attend tonight.” Oscar nodded. “This is


    your first time with a man. If you feel ufortable in any way, don’t hesitate to tell me, okay?” “Oz, I


    know.” When Oscar had gotten into the bathroom, Cassie picked up his phone and dialed Amelia’s


    number. Once the call got through, she said gleefully, “Ms. Winters, it’s me. I’m pregnant with Oscar’s


    child, so if you’re smart about it, I suggest you quickly get the divorce done. You don’t want to humiliate


    yourself now, do you?” On the other end of the call, Amelia was cool as a cucumber, “Are you with him


    now?”


    “How else would I be using his phone? He called me over to your housest night after you left. It may


    not be as grand as the Clinton residence, but it’s still got a nice, homely touch to it. I quite like it, to be


    honest. Oh, I just can’t wait to live there with Oscar and our child! We’ll be so happy together!”


    Cassie was so good at putting on that sharine voice of hers, but Amelia remained cool as ever.


    “Ms. Yard, are you done? If there’s nothing else, I’ll be hanging up now. I’ve still got work to do. I don’t


    have time for your nonsense.”


    With that, Amelia ended the call.


    Cassie grinned at the phone smugly. “Amelia Winters, let’s see how long you can put on this brave front.


    Oz is mine! You’re merely a substitute, so scram as far as you


    The new loverughs, while the old lover weeps.


    Amelia, who was already at work, was still clutching her phone tightly. She was so crestfallen and


    distracted that she didn’t even realize Carter was now standing in front of her.


    Carter sat her down on the couch and asked gently, “Amelia, are you okay?”


    She snapped back to reality and forced a smile. “I’m fine.”


    Carter always had such a pleasant smile. He was a true gentleman and Amelia feltfortable around


    him.


    “Amelia, we’ve been friends for so long. You can confide in me if you don’t mind.”


    She shook her head. “It’s fine, Mr. Scott. It’s office hours now, and I’d prefer to keep my personal and


    professional life separate.”


    “Don’t worry. Have you forgotten that I’m the boss? I can do whatever I like. No one can stop me.” Carter


    chuckled.


    Amelia retorted, “All the more you should be leading by example. How else can you expect thepany


    to have faith in you? If there’s nothing else, I’d like to get back to work now.”


    As she prepared to leave, Carter grabbed her hand. “You don’t look so well though. Why don’t you stay


    for a bit and let me make you some tea? You can get back to work once you’re feeling better. I can’t


    possibly let people think I’m overworking the neer.”


    Amelia couldn’t help but break into a smile. “Mr. Scott, you’re always such a joker.”


    Carter made a cup of warm tea and brought it to her. “This is my office, Amelia. You don’t have to be so


    formal. Please, call me Carter.”


    Amelia epted the tea from him with a polite smile. “There are stillpany rules and etiquette to


    follow. I can’t let there be rumors about the neer getting special treatment from the boss. It’s bad


    enough that they know I got this job through personal connections. Imagine how much more pissed off


    they’d be if I acted all arrogant around here.”


    After all, being in the workforce means having to take extra caution with every word you say and every


    step you take.


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