Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 197 Never Mess With A Woman

Oscar’s expression contorted as he slowly clenched his fists.

Stephanie immediately zipped her mouth shut.

Gazing at her, Oscar left his last words. “You’d better watch out.”

With that, he spun on his heels and stalked out.

Stephanie was left alone standing at the window. She happened to look down and immediately grabbed

the wall in fear. “Oscar, come back! I’m afraid of heights!” Alas, there was no reply.

In the end, she had to climb down herself in humiliation.

When Stephanie finally reached the ground, she let out a relieved sigh. Sweat dotted her forehead,

making her a disheveled mess.

Lying on the ground, she couldn’t stop a chill from running down her spine. She didn’t even know when

she got up and left the building.

Oscar had already left a while ago. He entered his car and dialed a number. “Kurt, is it done?”

“Mr. Clinton, it’s all sorted out. What about his family?”

“Leave them alone, but cut off all their financial resources. His children are adults now and can support

themselves.”

“Got it, Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar told him an address. “Since it’s done, come drink with me here.”

He went to the biggest karaoke in the city and paid for a private room. There, he ordered a few bottles of

whiskey.

Soon, the two bodyguards arrived.

They entered the private room and greeted him, “Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar sipped on his whiskey and gestured for them to take their seats.

Kurt and Donnie sat down as Oscar poured them drinks.

They were both overwhelmed by his action. To them, Oscar was a god-like existence who was good at

making money, controlling interest, and martial arts. He was even good at shooting, so they found him

invincible.

“Thank you, Mr. Clinton,” they said in unison.

Oscar raised his glass, so they followed suit.

After Oscar finished the contents of his glass in one gulp, Kurt noticed two empty whiskey bottles on the

table.

Concerned, he said, “Mr. Clinton, you should stop lest your gastric pain strikes again.”

Oscar smiled bitterly and asked, “Be honest with me. Am I a good husband?”

The two bodyguards exchanged glances.

Kurt figured that Stephanie must’ve said something to provoke Oscar. Otherwise, the latter wouldn’t have

asked that question.

After a brief deliberation, Kurt replied, “Mr. Clinton, you might be stern, but you treat your employees well

and pay us handsomely. Of course, you never mistreated Mrs. Clinton. At the very least, you never

stopped giving her an allowance.”

Oscar refilled his glass and gulped it down.

Bitterness spread in his heart. Looks like everyone knows how I only provided for her financially. I’ve

never shown any concern to her. No wonder my sister was bold enough to hire a hitman to harm her. It

was all my fault.

Without realizing it, Oscar had done many things to harm Amelia.

Previously, he didn’t know his true feelings and could carry on with his life easily. But now that he finally

realized how he felt about Amelia, he couldn’t help but regret being an indifferent and arrogant man back

then.

I used to be a self-righteous man, but Amelia fell in love with me, anyway. I’m proud of her. Still, I can’t

help but feel sorry and guilty. I’m a b*stard for ignoring her for the past five years.

“Kurt, Donnie, you’ve been working for me for some time. Tell me. Am I a good husband to Amelia?”

Both Kurt and Donnie looked at each other again. Mr. Clinton is acting strangely today.

This time, it was still Kurt who offered a reply. He coughed lightly before stating, “Mr. Clinton, it’s your fifth

wedding anniversary in a month’s time. No matter what, you’ve been together for a long while, right? If

you think you can do better, then you can just treat Mrs. Clinton better from now on. What use is there in

you dwelling in the past?”

Oscar stilled for a moment before he broke into a smile.

He raised his glass and gradually relaxed.

“You’re right. It’s that simple, but I got into a dead end. Indeed, the onlooker sees most of the game. I’m

glad you’re here to give me advice.” Oscar took another sip of his drink.

At that, Kurt and Donnie allowed themselves to breathe a sigh of relief.

It seemed that not only were they responsible for protecting Oscar, but they also had to resolve his

dilemma in love.

It wasn’t easy to be a bodyguard nowadays. Besides having fighting skills, one would also require a

smart and adapting brain to advise one’s employer whenever needed.

“Kurt, you’ll protect Amelia in secret from now on. Donnie will stay with me,” Oscar announced after

finishing his drink.

Surprise flashed across Kurt’s gaze. He straightened his back and responded, “Mr. Clinton, I—”

“Kurt Alfsen, this is an order. From today onward, Amelia will be your master. You’ll have to protect her.

There’s no need to report back to me regarding her whereabouts and connections. Just stay loyal to her

and ignore my orders, got it?” Oscar’s voice was solemn.

Kurt quickly snapped back to his senses and stood up. “Understood, Mr. Clinton.”

in the near future, Oscar would come to Kurt and ask about Amelia’s whereabouts, but the latter would

refuse to say anything because of Oscar’s order today.

When Oscar tried to threaten Kurt, the latter reminded him of what he said back then. “Mr. Clinton, my

master is now Mrs. Clinton. I only have to listen to her orders. Back then, you told me to swear on my life

to not betray her, even when I’m in danger. I’m just sticking to my promise. Sorry about that.”

Oscar was rendered speechless by his former bodyguard.

He never knew his plan would backfire this way.

But of course, that would only happen further into the future.

Right now, Oscar stood up and patted his suit. “How do I look now?”

Donnie and Kurt didn’t even flinch at his unusual actions by now.

“You look great no matter what.” It was rare to hear two solemn-looking bodyguards praise him.

Instantly, Oscar felt his mood lifting.

“Let’s go.”

After leaving the karaoke, Donnie drove Oscar back while Kurt went to drive another car.

Oscar got into the backseat and closed his eyes. He didn’t say a word until he reached the hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital, he told Donnie, “Drive the car back home. I’ll be fine with Kurt here.”

Donnie nodded obligingly. “Yes, Mr. Clinton.”

After Oscar got off from the car, Donnie sped away.

Kurt followed Oscar to Amelia’s ward.

Amelia was sleeping in her bed while Tiffany was resting on the sofa. The latter opened her eyes

instantly when Oscar and Kurt stepped in. She only relaxed when she realized it was Oscar.

Rising to her feet, she took one look at the stranger and asked, “Mr. Clinton, is this your friend?”

“My bodyguard,” came Oscar’s nonchalant reply.

Tiffany was taken aback by his answer. She gave Kurt a once-over and remarked, “I thought bodyguards

are supposed to be ugly and stone-faced, but your bodyguard is a hunk. He’s tall and handsome! Mr.

Clinton, I think he’s even hotter than you!”

Kurt’s lips twitched in disbelief. She must’ve said that on purpose. Is she trying to get me fired?

Oscar shot Tiffany a look, and she shrugged in response.

Clearly, she didn’t care about his reaction.

Stretching her hand out with a smile, she introduced herself. “Hello there, handsome. My name’s Tiffany

Winters. Nice to meet you. What is your name?”

Kurt hesitated, trying to keep his cool.

Tiffany blinked innocently and started dissing Oscar. “Mr. Clinton, your bodyguard looks exactly like you! I

told you not to be so aloof, right? Look, your bodyguard got that from you. What a waste of his

handsome face.”

The ends of Kurt’s lips twitched vigorously at her words.

Inwardly, he couldn’t help but admire Tiffany’s courage. No one has ever dissed Mr. Clinton in front of

him. She must be the first woman to do so! Is she impetuous? Or is she a fool?

She must be a fool, he decided.

That was Kurt’s evaluation of Tiffany from his first impression. She’s a bold fool.

If Tiffany knew Kurt labeled her as a fool, she would have taken off her sneakers right then without

hesitation and throw them at him.

Although Kurt’s impression of Tiffany wasn’t a good one, he still stuck his hand out to shake the woman’s

hand.

“Hello, my name is Kurt Alfsen,” he introduced himself politely.

After shaking his hand, Tiffany made a thumbs-up gesture and praised, “Kurt Alfsen, right? You’re so

much better than Mr. Clinton. I’m sure Amelia will like you.”

Kurt was at a loss for words now. When he saw how Oscar scowled in displeasure at Tiffany’s revengeful

remark, his stress elevated to a new height.

When Oscar glared at Tiffany, the latter shrugged and continued, “Mr. Clinton, don’t look at me that way.

I’m just telling the truth. Your bodyguard is way cuter than you, and Amelia adores adorable guys.”

Kurt could feel his back sweating profusely.

Never mess with a woman, indeed.