Too Much to Bear, My Love

Staring at him with a complicated gaze, Oscar warned, “Kenrick, she's my wife, and whether or not we'll divorce in the future, she’s still my wife at this moment. Are you planning to destroy our decades-old friendship by telling me you're going to court her?”

Kenrick smirked. “Aren’t you being a little too possessive, Oscar? You've been saying that you want a divorce, yet you refuse to let any other men court her. Can I assume that you actually still love her?”

As if Kenrick had spoken his thoughts out loud, Oscar's expression turned darker. “Are you really going to go against me?”

Kenrick walked up to Oscar and patted his shoulder as he said, “That's not what I'm trying to do, Oscar; I'm trying to make you aware of your own thoughts. The fact that you guys have been married four years means you don't hate her. In fact, Id say she has a place in your heart. Don't lie to yourself just for a Cassie. I don't want you to regret this in the future.”

Hearing that, Oscar's heart skipped a beat.

“Mind your own business, Kenrick. I know what to do for mine. Regret isnt a word that exists in my dictionary.”

“Well then, I'll cease the topic. Amelia's a good woman, and if you don't know how to cherish her, someone else will.”

Oscar was still frowning even after they had bid goodbye and left the farmstay.

Amelia looked at him oddly and asked, “Are you all right, Mr. Clinton? You don’t look too well after you came out of the restroom.”

“Are you friends with Kenrick?” Oscar snapped, turning to look at her. Still confused, Amelia replied, “No. Why do you ask?”

Only after driving a distance away from the farmstay then did Oscar answer, “Stay away from Kenrick in the future. Although our marriage was an agreement, don't you forget that you're still my wife. So don't go interacting intimately with other men behind my back.”

In her anger, Amelia laughed. “Mr. Clinton, which eye of yours saw me interacting intimately with other men? You were the one who brought me to meet your friends, but now you're accusing me of being intimate with them? Mr. Clinton, are you jealous?”

Oscar scoffed, “Amelia Winters, keep more to yourself.”

“Mr. Clinton, don't forget that you married me because I was not reserved,” she reminded as she smiled sweetly at him.

The only response Oscar gave her was a cold glance.

Still perplexed, Amelia leaned over to touch his cheek and wondered, “Mr. Clinton, what are you so mad about?”

Oscar's eyes remained fixed on the road.

“Mr. Clinton, are you actually angry?” By now, Amelia's body was almost entirely onto Oscar's.

“Return to your seat.”

However, she wrapped her arms around his neck instead.

“Mr. Clinton, don't be angry. I feel scared when you have a grave look on your face,” Amelia whined.

Oscar shot her look, then stopped the car at the side of the road.

He gripped her chin and questioned, “Amelia, are you that desperate?” Despite her chin hurting, Amelia stared at Oscar with half-lidded eyes and smiled. “Mr. Clinton, what exactly are you mad about? You've got to tell me why even if you wish to sentence me to death. It's upsetting that you're losing your temper at me without reasons.”