Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 13


    It would be a lie if Amelia said she wasn’t moved. They weren’t biological sisters, but their close


    rtionship was one even money couldn’t rece.


    After having their brunch, Amelia stayed at Tiffany’s until the sun had set before returning to the condo


    she shared with Oscar in the city.


    She assumed Oscar was still out entertaining his clients, yet the lights were on when she pushed open


    the door. Oscar was sitting on the couch with an ankle over his knee, swirling the wine ss in his


    hand refinedly. All she received was a faint, indifferent look when she entered.


    Amelia reacted quickly, putting on the smile she frequently used to deal with the man in front of her.


    “Mr. Clinton, didn’t you say you have a business dinner tonight?” She bent to switch her footwear into


    her home slippers.


    “Where were you? Why are you back sote?” Oscar questioned.


    Amelia headed toward him, plopping down right on hisp. With her arms around his neck, she


    deliberately sniffed him and grinned. “You’re back early. Did you miss me?”


    Oscar circled his arm around her waist and ced his ss on the table, darting a profound gaze at


    her. “How obedient of you today. Are you out of money?”


    Amelia giggled, but the iciness still reflected in her eyes. “You’re so generous. The allowance you give


    me is more than sufficient to pay for my shopping for an entire year. How could I finish it so soon?”


    He lifted and stroked her chin with his thumb. “I’ll never let you go hungry as long as you remain


    obedient.”


    She snuggled into his embrace, sniffing him like a puppy. “Did you drink?”Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    Catching her wandering hands, he answered, “A little.”


    “There are plenty of beauties at those banquets. Why didn’t you take the opportunity to abduct one of


    them?” Amelia leaned against his chest like azy kitten.


    “Isn’t it better to be in thepany of azy kitten like you?”


    Ameliaughed. “If you were to take me to a banquet, I reckon I’ll turn into an enchanting little Persian


    cat.”


    “All you need to do is to stay home obediently.”


    Her eyes darkened in an instant. That man would never acknowledge that she was his wife. Each time


    he was to attend a social event, the femalepanion by his side would never be her.


    Abruptly, she shifted away from his embrace, her tone distant as she announced, “I’m exhausted after


    shopping for the entire day. I’ll go take a shower and go to bed. Good night.”


    Without waiting for a response, she returned to her room upstairs.


    Oscar remained seated on the couch alone, his expressionplicated as he watched Amelia m


    the door behind her. When he returned to his senses and tried to go after her, the door had already


    been locked from the inside.


    Frowning, he ordered with a low voice, “Open the door!”


    However, a minute passed with no movements from the inside. Oscar raised his hand to knock on the


    door, getting visibly irritated. “Amelia Winters, stop throwing tantrums. Open the door.”


    The door remained firmly closed.