Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 6
Amelia’s heart ached terribly as if someone had just shed it with a dagger.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to suppress the bitter feeling rising within her. She opened her eyes
and gazed at Oscar yfully. “Mr. Clinton, are you that afraid of me falling in love with you?”
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Oscar flipped the nket away and got out of the bed, revealing his muscr body.
He dressed himself up meticulously and gazed down at Amelia, who was still lying on the bed. “Amelia,
you shouldn’t fall in love with me. Hide your so-called love, or I’ll consider ending our marriage earlier.”
Amelia got off the bed and walked up to Oscar, wrapping her arms around his strong waist.
“Mr. Clinton, don’t you think that you’re being too ruthless? No matter what, I’m still your wife. Can’t you
just lie to me for a while?” she asked, sounding like she was on the verge of crying. Oscar paused in
the middle of buttoning his shirt, thinking that Amelia, who was usually unfazed by everything, had
actually cried.
He suddenly felt a bit bad. Yet, when he lifted her chin, all he saw was her bright smile. She did not
look sad at all.
Pinching her chin, he said, “As long as you remain obedient and not have ulterior thoughts, I’ll let you
be Mrs. Clinton for a longer while. With regards to money, I’ll definitely treat you well.”
Amelia leaned over and bit his chin gently. “Mr. Clinton, don’t worry. You’re not someone whom I can
aim for. I was just joking with you earlier.”
“Good that you know,” replied Oscar.
He liked Amelia’s upetitive personality. It was because she looked like Cassie that he chose to
marry her. And secondly, she was a money-grubber. Materialistic women like her were the easiest to
deal with, which was why he had married her without any concerns. For the past four years, her
obedience had satisfied him the most.
Still pinching her chin, he said, “Be a good girl. I’ve already asked thewyer to draft the divorce
contract. You just need to head over to the office and sign it next week. I’llpensate you generously
after our divorce.”
Amelia grinned. “Well, thank you in advance then, Mr. Clinton.”
He kissed her lips.
After everything ended, Amelia snuggled in Oscar’s arms and whined, “Mr. Clinton, carry me to the
bathroom for a shower, will you?”
Although Oscar was stroking her back and looking like he was enjoying it a lot, he refused coldly, “I’m a
bit tired. You can shower when you wake up tomorrow morning. Just sleep for now.”
A sh of disappointment appeared in her eyes. She had known Oscar for four years, and to him, she
was never his wife but a tool.
Oscar couldn’t care less about Amelia’s thoughts as he fell asleep shortly after.
Amelia went to the bathroom and had a long bath. Washing away her fatigue, she wrapped a towel
around herself and walked out of the bathroom.
She stood at the side of the bed, gazing at Oscar withplicated emotions shing across her face.