Too Much to Bear, My Love

Tiffany shot Carter an angry look. “There’s someone whom I dislike here that makes the air stale. I can’t stand it.”

Amelia glanced at her. “Come on, Tiff. You’re an adult now.”

Taking a deep breath, Tiffany spread out her hands and replied, “Fine, it’s my fault. I’m being unreasonable. I’ll shut up now, alright?”

Amelia did not know what to do with her.

“Tiffany, I was half responsible for what happened back then. I apologize. Give me a chance to treat you to a meal as an apology,” Carter chipped in with a smile.

Seeing the look of warning in Amelia’s eyes, Tiffany nodded her head reluctantly.

As soon as Carter walked into The Grand with Amelia and Tiffany, a young, beautiful waitress greeted them, “Mr. Scott, the room you reserved is ready. This way, please.”

They were about to follow the waitress to head upstairs when they bumped into Oscar, who claimed to be on a business trip. Next to him stood a stunning woman, who, to Amelia’s astonishment, looked a lot like her. However, the vibes they gave off varied considerably; one was pure and innocent, the other was sultry and vampish.

Amelia was flabbergasted as her hands and feet turned cold. Supporting her by the arm, Tiffany said cynically, “Oh, hi, Mr. Clinton. Weren’t you supposed to be on a business trip to Coldbridge? Why are you here with a beautiful woman instead? Ah, I see it now. The business trip is an excuse you cooked up so that you can spend time with your lover. Well, you’re a successful businessman, Mr. Clinton, so no one will blame you for keeping one or two mistresses. There’s no need for you to lie, really. Tsk, tsk.”

With complicated emotions in her eyes, Amelia looked at Oscar, then put on a graceful smile and said causally, “Mr. Clinton, you’re back from your business trip. How may I address this lady?”

Oscar stared at her with pursed lips, while the woman next to him prompted in a sweet voice, “Oz, are these three your friends? Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Returning to his senses, Oscar looked at her before his gaze softened. However, his answer pierced Amelia’s heart. “They’re just acquaintances.”

“Don’t you think this lady looks like me, Oz?” the woman asked.

“A little, but she’s not as pretty as you are,” replied Oscar.

“Oscar Clinton, you scumbag! Amelia is your wife, not some insignificant woman!” Tiffany glowered at Oscar. Then, she pointed at the woman next to him and said, “I don’t care what your relationship is with Oscar, but you should drop your pretentious act and stop acting like you don’t know shit. Women like you are the b*tch in my novels. The man you’re with has married someone else, and his wife is my friend right here. Do you understand?”

The woman gave Oscar an innocent look and asked, “What’s going on, Oz? You’re married?”

Oscar’s face instantly clouded over as he looked at Amelia indifferently. “Amelia, get your friend to watch her mouth, or things will get nasty. Cassie came back for a piano performance.”

With the same graceful smile on her face, Amelia extended her arm toward Cassie and complimented, “Oh, so you’re Ms. Cassie. Nice to meet you. I’ve heard about you from Mr. Clinton. You’re so pretty.”

Since Cassie was pretending not to know her, she did not mind playing along. After all, the former enjoyed being a goody-two-shoes and was the apple of Oscar’s eyes.

But why does my heart ache so much?

Cassie shook hands with Amelia and said, “You can call me Cassie. Are you a friend of Oscar’s? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

Mr. Clinton after you went

Oscar, Cassie added, “Oz, why are you pulling a long face? They’re your friends.

replied, “I think they’re going

Let’s go then.” After nodding at Amelia, Cassie went downstairs with Oscar. Enraged, Tiffany was about to lash

back, Tiffany asked worriedly,

and said to Carter,

eat together next time. I’ll send the two of you back,”

Amelia gave him an apologetic

if you have any problems. By the way, that man is Oscar Clinton, right? How

a rare trace of vulnerability in her tone, “Can you not

you girls home first then. Remember

“Thank you!”

back to Amelia’s apartment in the city center. After getting out of the car, Amelia said politely, “Carter, thank you for today. I’ll definitely

much,” said Carter gently while

Amelia nodded in response.

pale

the heart to scold Amelia after seeing her in such a state. Thus,

“Amelia, didn’t you feel anything when that scumbag actually brought

muddle, Amelia replied in a rather pleading tone,

was exasperated. “Why do you become a coward in front of

a little cold, Amelia asked, “Can you get me a glass of

back her anger and went to put the

forehead with both hands, seemingly lost

number of romance novels, she believed in love and that love was sacred. Perhaps most of the people in the world would laugh at her for her naive thinking, but writing novels had really given

she would have grabbed her by the shoulders and asked her what she wanted exactly. Love was such a beautiful thing, and yet

had recomposed herself and said in a calm tone, “What else can I do

act

not important to you anymore after being on the brink of death

to the income from work. As long as the salary is enough for me to spend, I’m happy. I didn’t ask you not to take

not help

“What’s so funny?”

my own good, Tiff. Don’t worry. I know what I should do. I’ll take everything that’s

Tiffany stop pulling a

Amelia, you had no fight in you at all back at

off guard. Next time when I see her, I’ll surely get nasty

still have the fight in you, but you always become meek

making her the type of woman most men like. It’s no wonder Oscar can still treat her like she’s oh-so-precious. If I were a man, I would’ve melted too under her coy

are you selling ourselves