Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 299 Without You

Amelia merely looked coolly at him. “My head hurts, so I would like to rest, Mr. Clinton. Besides, I think

there’s nothing left for us to talk about after the divorce.”

“Let’s talk,” he insisted while gazing at her eyes.

Amelia started struggling to free herself from his hold. Noticing this, he immediately tightened his grip.

“Keep moving if you wish for Tony to fall, Amelia”

She gave him a look of melancholy and relented.

“Let’s talk,” he repeated once more.

At that moment, Amelia felt nothing but exhaustion. After pondering briefly, she nodded.

Oscar handed Tony over to Tiffany before dragging Amelia into the bedroom and locking the door

behind them.

Tiffany ran toward the bedroom door with Tony in her arms, yelling as she banged on the door, “Oscar!

Don’t you dare to harm Amelia, or I’ll call the police.”

“I’m fine, Tiff. We’re just talking. Take good care of Tony.” Amelia’s voice came from inside.

Still carrying the baby, Tiffany could only kick the door in frustration. In the end, she had no other

choice but to sit back down on the sofa while Kurt solemnly glared at the bedroom door.

After glancing at Kurt, Tiffany let out another sigh. “Come over and have a seat, Kurt.”

However, Kurt still remained where he was, spacing out.

Preoccupied with coaxing Tony, Tiffany stopped caring about Kurt.

Meanwhile, Oscar had trapped Amelia between him and the wall in the bedroom as he asked, “Why

are you treating me so coldly, Amelia?”

Amelia suppressed the bitterness within her as she looked up at him with feigned nonchalance. “I think

you’ve misunderstood, Mr. Clinton. I’ve always treated outsiders like this. If my attitude has offended

you in some way, then I’ll apologize. I didn’t mean it.”

Oscar’s face turned gloomy after he heard her words. He lifted her chin and drew closer to her until

they were one inch away from kissing.

However, Amelia turned her head aside and pushed him, making use of that opportunity to scurry

away.

She took a deep breath to calm her racing heart.

“Mr. Clinton, we’ve already divorced, so I hope you can treat me with some respect,” Amelia said icily,

concealing her true feelings.

Oscar stared at her as a troubled look flashed across his eyes.

“What’s wrong with you, Amelia? Why are you treating me so coldly? If you refuse to say it, I’ll send

someone to find out the truth.”

Amelia turned to look at him. “I think you’ve misunderstood, Mr. Clinton. I merely felt that there was no

need for any entanglements with each other after the divorce. Don’t come over if you’re busy. I don’t

wish for others to misunderstand your intentions.”

“Do you really mean it?”

Amelia lowered her gaze.

“Look at me,” he said.

After taking another deep breath, she obediently raised her head to meet his intense gaze.

“Why must you treat me so coldly? Yes, we’ve indeed divorced. But we’re still friends. You’ve always

been easy-going toward your friends, so why must you distance yourself from me? If I’ve done

something wrong, please let me know. Don’t push me away.”

A flash of annoyance appeared in her eyes as she listened to his words.

Oscar Clinton, you already have Isabella, so why are you saying such provocative words? Don’t you

know that your current behavior is extremely repulsive?

“Don’t forget that we’ve divorced, Mr. Clinton. Although I’m not sure how other divorced couples

interact, I will never be friends with you. Please leave immediately. I need to pack my things.” Amelia

assumed a cold expression as she looked at him.

All of a sudden, Oscar walked up to her and pushed her onto the bed before falling on top of her in an

intimate position.

He reached out to stroke her hair as he said softly, “I miss you so much, Amelia. Having not seen you

for two days, I finally understood what it meant by ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder.’ Please don’t

treat me coldly. I regretted letting go of your hand so carelessly. Let’s start over. You said that I had

someone in my heart before our divorce. That’s fine. I can pursue you all over again so that you’ll

understand my feelings. Let’s get along well.”

As Amelia gazed at Oscar’s eyes that were glowing with sincerity, the frustration that had lingered in

her heart grew stronger. She suddenly had the urge to tear his mask off to find out how thick-skinned a

person had to be to remain unmoved in the face of many women’s pursuits.

The deeper her love was for him, the more intense the hatred she felt when she discovered that he had

quickly moved on to another woman after the divorce.

I would be lying if I said that there wasn’t resentment in my heart when I saw Oscar holding hands with

Isabella. Even though we have already divorced, I still feel a sense of betrayal. No one will be able to

understand the heart-wrenching pain I’m experiencing.

Amelia’s expression was indecipherable as she looked at him. All of a sudden, as if she was taking

revenge on him, she propped herself up and struck his head, causing his face to scrunch up in pain.

Oscar collapsed to one side, hugging his head as he groaned in pain.

The satisfaction of revenge she initially felt gradually turned into concern when she saw him remaining

in that position for a while without letting go of his head.

“Are… Are you okay?” At the end of the day, Amelia still cared about him.

Since Amelia had loved Oscar for so many years, there was no way her feelings for him could vanish

within a day. Even if he chose to betray her, she knew that she would not be able to forget him for the

rest of her life.

To her, he was like a large, mysterious castle that she could not get out of and would only fall deeper

into as time elapsed.

Oscar’s continuous moans of pain made Amelia even more worried. She tried to approach him to

check his condition, but he dodged her touch.

“Let me have a look. I didn’t do it on purpose. Do your eyes hurt? I’m so sorry about this. Let’s go to the

hospital.” Amelia was close to breaking down in tears from anxiety.

Hearing those words, Oscar finally spoke up. “Kiss me. I might recover immediately after that.”

It was then that she finally realized that she had been tricked by him.

“How dare you trick me, Oscar,” exclaimed Amelia angrily as she prepared to leave the bed. However,

before her feet could touch the ground, she was pulled back and pinned down by Oscar.

Due to their closeness, she could finally see the large red patch that spread above his nose bridge, and

it ruined his handsome look.

Amelia’s mouth gaped in shock as she did not expect the collision to be so severe. Yet, she could not

help but feel extremely satisfied deep down.

Finding his current appearance funny, she could not help but let out a chuckle.

The corner of Oscar’s lips curled upward as well when he noticed her smile. However, he pretended to

be pissed when he uttered, “Such a heartless woman to reduce me to such a state. Judging by your

force, I would be blind now if you had hit my eyes.”

Amelia, who was being extremely sensitive to the word “blind,” grew distant once more. The smile on

her face gradually vanished as she said, “Please leave, Mr. Clinton. I’m feeling a little tired.”

Oscar was extremely confused by the sudden change in her expression. He thought that the tension

between them had eased quite a bit. However, things went back to the way they were before in just a

blink of an eye.

“What’s the matter with you, Amelia? Could you please tell me?” he asked patiently.

His words seemed to have further angered her as she shook her head violently before remarking, “Who

do you think you are, Oscar? Who gave you the right to care about my matters? Don’t forget that we’ve

already divorced. You can drop the facade of a good husband. Don’t you know how hateful you are for

treating me tenderly even though you already have another woman? I don’t wish to argue with you. I’m

just begging you to give me some space. There’s no point in acting affectionate after the divorce. I

don’t know how to face you with your current behavior.”

She paused for a moment before attempting to speak calmly. “I’m sorry. My words were quite harsh.

Still, I’m begging you. Please don’t come here again.”

Oscar’s expression instantly darkened after he heard what she said.

He could not help but feel irritated as he solemnly looked at the slightly hysterical Amelia. Their current

situation was entirely different from what he had envisioned, seeing as his attempts at a romantic

pursuit only resulted in her distant treatment. He had no idea what went wrong.

“What exactly is the matter? You can always tell me your grievances. Why do you have to push me

away?” he asked in a solemn tone.

“You’ve misunderstood, Mr. Clinton. I don’t have any grievances. I’m simply tired,” she huffed with a

shrug.

Oscar looked intently at her in response.

Despite that, she merely shuffled backward as she stared coldly at him.

Oscar felt extremely frustrated when he noticed that she was resisting his touch. He slowly curled his

right hand into a fist, lifted it, and hit the bed heavily as he let out a growl like a wild beast.

Startled by his actions, Amelia pulled the blanket over herself while gazing fearfully at the man who

looked as though he was about to pounce on her.

Oscar punched the bed several times with a flicker of malice glinting in his eyes. He then took a couple

of deep breaths to suppress his rage and only looked toward Amelia after he had calmed down. “I’m

sorry. I lost control of myself just now. Did I scare you?”

Amelia kept moving backward. Seeing that, Oscar knew she was resisting him.

“You’re afraid of me?” he asked in a low voice.

Amelia shook her head. “No. I’m just a little tired and wish to sleep.” She was indirectly telling him to

leave.

Oscar forced a smile after taking a deep breath. “Have a good rest. I’ll come back tomorrow. Let’s talk

again once you’ve rested well. Looks like I showed up at the wrong time.”

Getting down from the bed, he elegantly adjusted his suit and said without turning around, “I’ll let you

rest, Amelia. I’ll get going now. I hope that we’ll be able to talk amicably tomorrow.” With that said, he

walked toward the door. However, Amelia’s voice suddenly rang out from behind. “I don’t wish to see

you, so don’t bother coming tomorrow.”

Oscar’s hand stilled on the doorknob. He gulped before replying in a low voice, “Rest well. I’ll definitely

come back tomorrow.”

After saying that, he opened the door and left.

Amelia slumped on the bed as she stared at the closed door blankly, feeling as though her soul had left

her body.

Oscar, my heart has stopped beating without you. I’m now like a walking corpse.

Sadness washed over Amelia as the thought came to her mind.

At the end of the day, I still forced him to leave. There’ll probably be no chance of us meeting again in

this lifetime.