Love You Enough to Leave You
Chapter 58

"Yes, it's here. Although our family only comes back once a year, we hire people to take care of the house. The villa is quite clean. Why don't you come in and sit for a while? My parents treat you like their own son, you know," Jennifer invited him.

Carter glanced at her placidly. "Ms. Larson, I still don't know you very well, so stop making this kind of joke. Not everyone is extroverted like you."

Jennifer's expression darkened a little. She unfastened her seat belt and got out of the car. Then lowering her head and leaning in, she said, "Has anyone ever told you that you are not a gentleman? But that is what attracts me. The more indifferent you are toward me, the more determined I am to have you. Just you wait. I will make you mine sooner or later."

"Please close the door. Thank you," Carter said without looking at her.

Jennifer closed the door and Carter sped off mercilessly.

Jennifer stared into the void for a moment and finally returned to the villa, enraged.

Mr. and Mrs. Larson had yet to sleep and they were somewhat astonished at their daughter's return. "Jennifer, why didn't you hang out with Carter for a little longer? Why did you come back so early?" Jennifer sat next to her parents and transformed into that obedient girl again. "Mom, Dad, Carter and I have just met. Although I have good feelings for him, I can't just disturb him for too long, can't I? You were the one who taught me to be reserved with men, so I've asked him to send me back."

Mrs. Larson agreed and smiled. "Jennifer, you are doing the right thing. Instead of holding on to a man tightly, you should treat him with reverse psychology."

"Mom, I am aware of that. Your daughter is beautiful, and she can get any man she wishes for."

"You are right. You are our only daughter. Of course, we want the best for you. The Larsons have a big business and you will be the owner of the family business in the future. I think Carter's character, family background, and appearance are all pretty reliable. You have to grasp this opportunity."

"Mom, don't worry. Carter will eventually be mine. We will at least have a few children and there will be an heir for our business."

"Now, that's my girl."

On the other side, Amelia followed Oscar back to the apartment. Upon arrival, the man closed the door and shoved the woman against the wall. He aggressively held her chin and confronted her in a low voice, "Amelia, what have I been telling you all this time? I told you to stay away from Carter, but you keep asking him to send you back. Are you trying to make me wear the horns of a cuckold?"

Amelia did not seem to be fearful at all. She wrapped her arms around his neck and uttered with a smile, "Mr. Clinton, are you jealous?"

Oscar unceremoniously twisted her waist. Amelia moaned in pain and stared at him aggrievedly. "Mr. Clinton, you are so ruthless."

"Don't act like a baby. The matter between us has yet to settle."

Amelia leaned forward and kissed his lips. "Mr. Clinton, my man, please don't be mad. You see, my whole body is wet. I know you are anxious to have me, but if I don't change my clothes, I'll catch a cold later." Oscar looked at her compassionately. He then scooped her up and headed for the stairs, taking large strides.

"I didn't know you're that desperate," Amelia said, provoking the man again.

Oscar looked down at her beautiful face. "Shut up!"

Amelia closed her mouth obediently, but her hands started to draw circles on his chest. Oscar looked down at her again and whispered a warning, "Amelia, if you don't want me to do it in the bathroom, you stay still now."

Amelia could not stop grinning. "Your endurance has become stronger recently. Bravo, Mr. Clinton."

Oscar kicked the bedroom door open. Amelia laughed. "You are so brutal! If you break the door, it will be troublesome to replace someone to fix it." Oscar placed her down and smacked her gently on her hip. "Go ahead and take a bath. We still have unfinished business to talk about." Amelia went to get the clothes and gave Oscar a wink. "Mr. Clinton, do you want to shower together?"

Oscar's eyes wavered but immediately resumed to normal. "You do it alone and come out in ten minutes. I have something to tell you." Amelia cast another wink at him before grabbing her nightdress into the bathroom.

When she came out, she made a seductive posture in front of the man. "Mr. Clinton, do I look good now?"

Oscar studied the alluring lady and almost lunged at her like a wolf, but he swiftly recovered his calm.

"Put on a jacket and come sit." Oscar patted the seat beside him.

Amelia was stunned for a moment. Then she gave Oscar a strange look and joked provocatively, "Mr. Clinton, you're not incapable, are you?" Oscar glared at her. "You will know whether I am capable or not soon enough."

Amelia clammed up, then went to the wardrobe to replace a coat and put it on.

"Mr. Clinton, say what you want to say. I am all ears." Amelia sat on the couch dutifully like a student who had broken a school rule.

Seeing her acting like this, Oscar almost burst into laughter.

"Amelia, can you be a little more serious?" Oscar said, repressing his laughter.

Amelia blinked at him innocently. "Mr. Clinton, I'm being very serious. Can't you tell?"

Oscar glared at her and confessed straightforwardly, "I went to see Carter today. I told him to remove your name for the training in Saspiuburg, so you don't have to go anymore."

Amelia looked at him and said, "Sorry, Mr. Clinton, my boss didn't tell me that the training in Saspiuburg has been canceled, so I am still going."

After a pause, her tone turned solemn as she said, "Mr. Clinton, you are a busy person; you need not trouble yourself over such trifles."

Oscar squinted his eyes. "Trifles?"

"Yes, it seems to me that what you're doing is just a pointless act. If you still treat me as your wife, please respect me a little." For the first time, Amelia spoke to Oscar in such a stern manner. Oscar stood up, approached her, and looked at her condescendingly. "Amelia, do you really think you are my wife?"

"I think so, but you only treat me as a toy, and I can't do anything about this."

Oscar looked down at her. "Let me ask you again. Do you insist on going to Saspiuburg?"

Amelia hesitated but finally nodded.

"I gave you a chance, Amelia, but you don't know how to appreciate it. I won't stop you, but our marriage will be over."

Amelia was startled. "Do you have to be so mean?"

"This marriage should have ended before Cassie came back. I just didn't want to end it with you so abruptly, so I postponed it. But I didn't expect you to be so ignorant."

Amelia was shattering inside. "Since you've already decided, let it be then. I am nothing but a toy in your heart anyway."

She was about to walk over to the bed when a mighty force pulled her back. Her face undeviatingly hit Oscar's stonelike chest and she could hear his bitter voice from above her. "Is that man so important to you?"

Amelia was in pain and she could not react for a while. Her silence seemed to Oscar as tacit consent. Heartbroken, he picked her up abruptly like a madman and threw her on the bed. He jumped above her and started tearing her clothes like a beast out of control.

Looking at Oscar's fiery eyes, Amelia was flustered. "Mr. Clinton, don't do this. Let's talk properly."

However, Oscar was so riled up this time that he had lost all his senses. All he could think of was to engulf her, leaving her no room to think of another man.

Amelia's nightdress was torn into pieces in the blink of an eye. Her fair body was now exposed in front of Oscar.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she felt humiliated. Although she still loved Oscar, she could not tolerate this kind of treatment. If he were to force it against her, she would never forgive him for life. Amelia did not struggle at all but stated coldly, "Mr. Clinton, if you touch me today, it will be totally over between us. I will leave once and for all and you won't be able to replace me for the rest of your life." The rage in Oscar's eyes faded, and he subsequently calmed down. He observed Amelia's disheveled look and realized how uncivilized he had been. He got down from her and sat on the floor, blaming himsel in frustration.

Unlike his usual self, he had become entirely out of control because of Amelia's words.

"Sorry, I was out of my mind," Oscar said in a hoarse voice.

Weeping, Amelia drew the quilt to cover her body.

Oscar became more and more upset, and his heart ached. He wanted to hug Amelia, but she avoided him harshly. Suppressing his rage, he said, "I'm sorry. Don't cry. I was wrong."

Amelia sobbed for a while. Still buried under the quilt, she said in a trembling voice, "Mr. Clinton, even if you don't love me, I've always held on to the thought that you're a gentleman who respects women; I didn't expect you to be such an animal."

Oscar stretched out his hand and forcibly hugged her with the quilt in his arms. "I was wrong. I'm terribly sorry. Don't cry, okay? My heart is in turmoil when you cry."

Amelia raised her hand and hammered his chest. "If you had really forced it on me, I won't ever forgive you, Mr. Clinton. I'm a woman of my words and you know that. Be grateful that you didn't go wild, or I won't ever see you again."

A panic fear seized Oscar's heart, but he remained stubborn. "I wouldn't have behaved like an animal if you didn't insist on leaving me."

Amelia responded, "So it's my fault now? Who was the one out of control just now. The heir of the dignified Clinton Corporations tried to abuse his wife. What will the world think of this if words got out?"

Oscar pinched her cheek gently. "Okay, it was my fault just now, I apologize. Don't be mad, okay?"

Amelia calmed down and said, "Sure, but on one condition."

"Anything except for the training in Saspiuburg."