Love You Enough To Leave You Chapter 165
Chapter 165 Dancing
“Mr. Clinton, I’m really happy now. Truly, I’m impossibly happy. Even if this is a dream, I implore you to
let me dream on for a while longer,” Amelia entreated.
After cing the vegetables he’d washed onto the te, Oscar chided, “You’re letting your imagination
run wild again, huh? If you like my cooking, I’ll take the time to cook for you when I’m not busy. I’m your
husband, so it’s only natural that I cook for you. Is it necessary for you to think that you’re dreaming?”
Amelia rested against Oscar’s back like a child. Bliss was written all over her face, but her eyes
unwittingly turned red.
He simply can’t understand my sorrow when ites to my longing for a home. Ah well, he’ll
understand one day. Or perhaps he’ll never understand it in this lifetime.
Nheless, Oscar’s broad back gave her a strong sense of security.
Again, she repeated, “Mr. Clinton, I really feel extremely happy now. Such happiness can never be
measured by money.”
Her promation hit Oscar squarely in the chest, for he’d never expected her to be so easily satisfied.
He was merely cooking a meal for her, yet it was already more than sufficient to have her saying that
she was happy.
She said, such happiness can never be measured by money.
In truth, this statement was an epiphany to him. No woman had ever told him that the happiness they
craved was merely to be with him without branded gifts or jewelry, a resplendent vi, or a sports car.
All those women drew close to him with a motive. Some did so for the sake of fame and fortune, or
even just for the thrill of it, while others wanted to enjoy a better life. Contrarily, this woman, whom he
had oncebeled a gold digger, was reveling in happiness at this very moment because of a meal he
cooked.
All at once, a wealth of warmth engulfed him. This feeling was one he had never experienced before –
a sense of contentment that wascking even during the height of his rtionship with Cassie back
then.
Oscar simply allowed her to cling to his back like a ko as he continued cooking.
Undeniably, he was incredibly skilled at cooking, his movements unhurried. The entire scene appeared
exceedingly beautiful and enthralling.
In short, it created a picture of a man cooking for his beloved woman, while the woman nestled beside
him blissfully and looked on happily.
In other words, the man bustled about, while the woman waited to eat.
Indeed, it was all incredibly romantic.
Anyway, all this appeared very romantic in Amelia’s eyes. Even if this romanticism included the smell of
grease and smoke, she still felt particrly happy.
The entire meal took two hours in the kitchen because of all their lovey-dovey gestures. When they
stepped out of the kitchen, it was already half-past seven.
Amelia then got some candles out from somewhere and said, “It just so happens that it’s dark now, so
what about a candlelight dinner, Mr. Clinton?”
shing her an indulgent smile, Oscar countered, “Don’t you think it’s even more romantic to eat under
dim lighting?”
Surprisingly, Amelia acted out of character and pouted. “In the movies, it’s very romantic to see the
male and female leads having a candlelight dinner, so I want my man to also reenact the scene with
me. Mr. Clinton, are you not going to grant me such an insignificant request?”
Upon hearing this, Oscar was torn betweenughter and exasperation. However, he still went with her
and turned off all the lights. In a sh, the house plunged into utter darkness.
Amelia initially wanted to arrange the candles, but Oscar then quickly strode over and snagged the
candles from her hand. “Just sit down. I’ll do all the preparation,” he asserted.
Amelia obediently sat down. She couldn’t quite see anything in the darkness, but strangely enough,
she wasn’t at all anxious. Perhaps that could be attributed to Oscar’s presence beside her.
Out of the blue, she giggled. “Mr. Clinton, I think we’re both quite silly. Why didn’t we light the candles
with the lights on? We just had to light it in pitch darkness. Isn’t it particrly silly?”
At her remark, Oscar was startled for a moment. When I’m with her, some of my actions have be
rather silly.
At longst, he finally managed to light the candles. Then, he took his seat on the other side.
As the candlelight illuminated Amelia’s flushed face, she appeared as beautiful as a flower in full
bloom.
Oscar’s gaze instantly darkened significantly as he stared at her.
Amelia then lifted her ss and murmured, “Cheers.”
Her ss was filled with milk, which Oscar poured especially for her.
Raising his ss, Oscar clinked it against hers. After taking a sip, he ced it down and took some
food for her with his silverware. “Try this,” he urged.
Thus, Amelia took a bite of it. Meanwhile, Oscar’s gaze unconsciously followed her every move as he
observed her expression closely. Even he himself didn’t realize that he was actually a touch nervous at
this moment.
“How is it?”
Amelia merely lifted her head and looked at him without answering the question.
At this, Oscar’s brows furrowed. He then asked, “Does it taste bad?”
Still, Amelia chewed slowly and kept him suspended on the edge.
As time ticked past, Oscar became all more unconfident, and even his voice was colored with a hint of
nerves.
“Is it awful?”
As Amelia looked at his apprehensive expression, she finally burst outughing. Only then did Oscar
realize that he’d been tricked.
All at once, exasperation inundated Oscar. “You’re really impish, woman.”
Subsequently, Amelia swallowed the food in her mouth and gave him a thumbs-up. “Mr. Clinton, I never
expected your cooking to be so delicious,” sheplimented.
Finally, Oscar’s heart that had been in his throat settled back into his chest.
“Truly?”
Nodding, Amelia supportively took another huge bite.
She was now filled with happiness. He has truly given me too many surprises today. Not only has he
been tender to me, but he also cooked for me personally. In the past, I never dared to even think about
this!
“Mr. Clinton, I’ve never seen you cook. When did you learn to cook?” she questioned, curious.
As Oscar took some food for her, he answered, “When I was studying abroad back then, I wasn’t used
to the food outside, so I learned to cook. To improve the taste of my cooking, I even attended sses
and learned different cuisines. I’m actually pretty good at cooking Erihalian cuisines as well, but I just
don’t quite favor it.”
Hearing this, Amelia again shed him a thumbs-up. “Mr. Clinton, you’re truly a man of many talents. I
feel incredibly proud whenever I think of the fact that such an outstanding man like you belongs to me.
It’s a feeling of, ‘Hey, that’s my man!’ I even wonder how I’m worthy to be your wife. Thus, I’m really
thankful I got to marry you. Even if I did so for the money at first, but now…”
She didn’t finish her utterance, but she was certain that he would understand her meaning.
Getting up from the chair, Oscar leaned forward and knocked her head lightly. “Silly girl!”
Just because of those two words, Amelia’s eyes turned red despite herself. He’s simply too gentle
under the candlelight, his loving gaze seemingly drawing me in.
She dipped her head and furtively dashed off her tears, unwilling to ruin such a wonderful atmosphere
with her mncholy.
Then, Oscar took more food for her while prompting, “Eat more.”
Amelia then buried her head and ate. Oscar, on the other hand, watched her eat indulgently.
Perhaps his gaze was too piercing that even Amelia, who was pretending to be eating intently, couldn’t
keep up the pretense anymore.
She lifted her head and looked at Oscar, who only had some noodles on his te. “Are you not eating,
Mr. Clinton?” she asked.
To which Oscar replied, “You’re a scrumptious dish in itself.”
Amelia was stunned at first before her cheeks med.
“Mr. Clinton, sweet talk seems to being to you with hardly any effort. Well, how many women have
you said this to?”
At her remark, mirth bubbled within Oscar. “Are you jealous?”
However, Amelia shook her head in denial.
cing more food onto her te, Oscar then urged, “Eat more. I’ll be keeping youpany at home
tonight.”
Likewise, Amelia took some food for him and ced it into his. “Are you not going to the hospital?” she
inquired.
“Are you hoping that I’ll go?”
Shaking her head, Amelia murmured, “I just feel that Ms. Yard is quite possessive about you. Will she
really let you go so easily?”
It was clear as day that Oscar would rather not speak of Cassie, for he merely deflected, saying, “I told
her that I’ll be going home today. Plus, Steph will be going over to take care of her tonight, and they’ve
been friends for many years.”
All things considered, Amelia’s expression remained rather calm after hearing that.
“Why? Are you unhappy about that?”
Picking up her silverware, Amelia took some food and ced it into his bowl. “It doesn’t really matter.
Ms. Yard is the woman you love most, so it’s normal that you’re concerned about her. Since she’s the
woman you’ve been longing after for so many years, you should be very happy now that you’ve finally
won her over.”
When Oscar’s heard this, he could tell that she was brimming with jealousy.
Thus, he deliberately teased her, eximing, “And you said you’re not jealous? I can even smell the
strong stench of jealousy wafting in the air now. Do you not smell it?”
Amelia rolled her eyes at him and chided, “You’re incorrigible, Mr. Clinton!”
At that, Oscarughed heartily, hisughter instantly riveting Amelia.
When hisughter had finally tapered off, she unwittingly blurted, “Oscar, you look really handsome
when youugh.”
Oscar was taken aback for a moment before he then snapped back to his senses.
“Were you swept off your feet by my allure?” he quipped.
Under the candlelight, he was no longer the shrewd and aloof man he appeared to others. Instead, he
became particrly talkative and approachable.
Amelia felt herself insensibly falling head over heels at his outstanding personality and charm even as
her heartbeat started elerating.
Suddenly, Oscar stood up and extended his hand in a gentlemanly gesture of invitation. Amelia stared
at him at a loss for a moment.
Hence, Oscar murmured, “My beautifuldy, I’d like to be your Prince Charming tonight. May I have the
honor of having this dance?”
Amelia’s right hand instinctively flew to her mouth, and her gaze was stained with a hint of incredulity.
When she didn’t react, he repeated, “My beautifuldy, may this Prince Charming of yours have the
honor of having this dance tonight?”
Jolting out of her surprise, Amelianguidly ced her hand into his, whereupon he pulled her up.
As he ced his hands at her waist, he asked in a low voice, “You don’t mind dancing with me in the
living room without any music, do you?”
Amelia shook her head. In the next moment, she insensitively blurted, “When did you be so
romantic, Mr. Clinton?”
Chuckling softly, Oscar boasted, “There are plenty more romantic things I can do.”
“Ah, you’ve been hiding your talents all this time, Mr. Clinton,” Amelia bantered.
At this time, Oscar ced a finger at his lips and shushed her. In an extremely entrancing voice, he
whispered, “Be good and keep quiet for a while. You just need to feel it.”
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Amelia obediently zipped her mouth.
The two of them then danced in the absence of music. It formed a beautiful picture – one that couldn’t
be described by words.