Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 1
Amelia, I’m back. Oscar’s mine now. As long as you leave him, I’ll pay you twenty million in
compensation.
Amelia smirked upon reading the message on her phone. Apparently, the message was sent by the
woman Oscar loved the most. And she who had left four years ago had given Amelia the “honor” of
bing her substitute.
Amelia walked into the bedroom with the phone and gazed at the tall man standing in front of the
window longingly. Standing fixedly for a while, she then strode over briskly and the pining look in her
eyes faded. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she whispered, “Mr. Clinton, Ms. Yard has sent me
another message. Should I call her and exin our rtionship?”
“There’s no need for that,” replied Oscar in an aloof manner. “I’ve already instructed thewyer to draft
the divorce contract. All you’ve got to do is to sign it.”
Feigning sadness, Ameliamented, “That’s such a pity. I was nning to make things difficult for her.
Well, congrattions, Mr. Clinton, for winning your love back.”
Even without ncing at her expression, Oscar could still tell the light-heartedness from her voice.
If this woman is capable of feeling sad, it’ll be a miracle.
Amelia withdrew her hands and was about to leave when the man grabbed her and tugged her toward
him, causing her to bump against his broad chest.
Leaning obediently in his arms, she raised her chin and responded to his passionate kisses.
Panting slightly after the long kiss, she rested against him and said sweetly, “Ms. Yard, the woman
whom you’ve always loved, is finally back. Aren’t you afraid that she’ll be jealous if we do this?”
“You’re still Mrs. Clinton.” In other words, as long as they were not divorced, Amelia still had to fulfill her
obligations as his wife.
He forcefully raised her chin before kissing her passionately again.
If he had to be honest, he actually liked Amelia. Other than her uncanny resemnce to the woman he
loved, he adored her figure too.
Men are all visual creatures. Unless they genuinely love a woman, they would only like a woman’s
looks. Compared to older and uglier women, they prefer beautiful youngdies with curvaceous figures.
“Mr. Clinton, I’ve just returned home and I’m all sweaty. Let me take a bath first,” said Amelia alluringly
as she broke out of his embrace.
Oscar shot her an ambiguous look and suggested, “Why don’t we do it together?”
Amelia threw him a flirtatious wink and strode into the bathroom. She poked her head out and said, “Mr.
Clinton, I prefer bathing alone.” With that, she closed the door unhesitatingly.
The look in Oscar’s eyes changed. He liked it when she yed hard to get. It was as if she was a
natural seductress.
The woman he loved had left four years ago because of a minor misunderstanding and had abandoned
their wedding. Hence, he had found a woman simr to her as her substitute. Although he got married
as expected, everyone was bbergasted by the fact that his bride was not the heiress of the Yard
family.
Everyone had used him of betraying Cassie. Yet, only the two families knew that she was the one
who had ran away from the wedding. The Yard family felt guilty toward Oscar, but out of his undying
love for Cassie, Oscar did not take revenge on them. Instead, he had found a materialistic woman to
take her ce.
That woman, whom everyone said had shot up to riches, was none other than Amelia.
In the end, Amelia was so tired that she could barely move her fingers. She slept until seven at night
before waking up.
After taking a shower in the bathroom, she changed into a newly bought dress before heading
downstairs.
She strode to Oscar, who was still eating dinner, and nted a quick kiss on his cheek. Grinning, she
asked, “Mr. Clinton, why didn’t you call me for dinner too?”
“I couldn’t bear to wake you up when I saw you sleeping so soundly,” replied Oscar as he munched on
the food on his te.
Amelia kissed his cheek again before calling out toward the kitchen, “Molly, I’m hungry.”
A chubby and amiable-looking woman soon walked out with a few dishes. “Mr. Clinton said that you’re
tired and might need to sleep for a little longer, so he told me to keep the food first. I didn’t expect you
to wake up so early!”
Amelia sat down with a smile. When she saw that those dishes were her favorite, she praised sweetly,
“Molly, you’re the best. You’ve prepared all of my favorite dishes!”
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“Eat up, Mrs. Clinton. You looked skinnier after you came back from your trip. Now that you’ve
returned, I shall prepare delicious food for you every day,” replied Molly as she chuckled.
“Thank you, Molly.”
Oscar was almost done eating by the time Molly left. He wiped his mouth and instructed, “Return to the
Clinton residence and apany my mom. My dad’s on a business trip, so she’s probably bored at
home.”
“Sure.”
Amelia was still smiling sweetly. Gazing at her smile, Oscar fell into a momentary daze. Although he
knew that she looked simr to Cassie, he did not expect the resemnce to be so great when she
smiled. Yet, whenpared to Cassie, Amelia had her own unique ir.
“Be good and listen to her, okay?”
“Yes, Mr. Clinton.”
When Oscar stood up, she rose too. She pointed at her cheek and said, “Mr. Clinton, how about a
goodnight kiss?”
He nced at her and walked over before pecking her right cheek lightly.
“Go on with your dinner. I have to settle some unfinished work.”
“Okay.”
They were like a couple who had lived together for decades, having known each other’s habits by
heart. Although they did not act in an excessively affectionate manner, it was obvious from their
interactions howpatible they were. No one would expect that they were going to end their contract
marriage soon.