bly as if someone had just

the bitter feeling rising within her. She

that afraid of me fal

ealing his muscular body. He dressed himself up meticulous

th me. Hide your so-called love, or I'l

lked up to Oscar, wrapping he

matter what, I'm still your wife. Can't you just lie to me for a

ally unfazed by everything, had actually cried. He suddenly felt a bit bad. Yet, whe

ot have ulterior thoughts, I'll let you be Mrs. Clinton for a lon

over and bit h

not someone whom I can aim for. I

ied Oscar. He liked Amelia'

ie that he chose to marry her. And

y he had married her without any concerns. For the past four years, her

ontract. You just need to head over to the office and sign it next we

vance then, Mr. Clinton

scar's arms and whined, "Mr. Clinton, carry

njoying it a lot, he refused coldly, "I'm a bit tired. You can

four years, and to him, she was never his wife but a tool. Oscar could

apped a towel around herself and walked out of the bathroom. She stood at the sid