Love You Enough to Leave You Chapter 768

Chapter 768Chapter 768
Isabella looked at the photo on the phone. Satisfied, she put away the phone and walked up to Oscar,
who would soon wake up from his hypnotic state. She looked at him and whispered, “Oscar, you'll be
mine sooner or later. I know that drugging you for hypnosis won't last forever, but I want to make you
mine. When I give birth to your son, I think you will fall in love with me too.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Oscar came round.
Without the help of a psychiatrist, Isabella's action of forcibly hypnotizing Oscar would actually affect
his memory. He might forget what had happened or have dementia at worst. Isabella had taken risks
earlier, but fortunately, Oscar's physical condition was good, and he had recovered completely.
As soon as Oscar woke up and saw Isabella, his face fell. He asked in annoyance, “Why are you
here?”
“Oscar, I said I wanted to talk to you about work right after the meeting ended, and you said we could
talk on the rooftop, so I followed you up here. Have you forgotten?” Isabella replied innocently while
looking at him.
Oscar tried hard to remember, but his last memory was of Isabella telling him in the conference room
that she wanted to discuss something with him. As for what happened afterward, he could not
remember anything.
He glanced at Isabella calmly and said, “Let's go down.” Isabella secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She followed him downstairs. As it was still early, there were still a lot of people working overtime in the
company.
“Mr. Clinton.” Linda came up to Oscar. When she saw Isabella, who was behind him, her eyes flickered.
Isabella avoided looking at Linda. Instead, she focused on sending a photo on her phone. When it was
sent successfully, she could not help but smirk, obviously feeling better.
She believed Amelia would not remain indifferent after the latter saw the photo of her and Oscar
kissing.
She wanted to see how tolerant Amelia could be. She would be impressed if Amelia could still remain
silent when her husband had cheated on her.
“There's nothing much left to do. You can get off work now,” Oscar said.
Linda nodded. “All right, Mr. Clinton. I'll be on my way now.”
Oscar nodded and went straight into his office, whereas Isabella, who knew her place, did not follow
him in.
“Ms. Walker, aren't you getting off work?” asked Linda.
“Oscar is still working, so I can't possibly get off work first, can I?” Linda tried to say something, a complicated look flashing across her eyes. In the end, she said, “Ms.
Walker, Mr. Clinton is a man with a wife and a kid. What you say can easily cause misunderstanding.”
“Everyone in the company knows that I like Oscar. So what if he has a wife? He's an excellent and rich
man. Every woman will like him for sure. It's just that I have the resources and courage, so I'll definitely
be the one to be with him in the end.” Isabella was obviously in an extremely good mood. “Anyway,
Linda, I have to go. I'll leave Oscar to you, then.”
With that, she skipped into the elevator.
Baffled, Linda stared at the obviously overexcited Isabella, and suddenly a sense of unease rose within
her.
When Oscar entered the office, he noticed he received a lot of missed calls from Jolin. His expression
stiffened, and he hurriedly returned Jolin's calls.
“Boss, you finally called back. Bad news. Mrs. Clinton received a photo of you and Isabella kissing on
her phone. It's obviously taken today, judging from your outfits. Mrs. Clinton is in a bad mood now. Are
you really in a relationship with Isabella?” Jolin asked anxiously, but she still exercised caution when
asking the question.
Oscar's face clouded over.
“I kissed Isabella?” He instinctively thought of what had happened earlier. He did not know how he went
to the rooftop, so he trusted what Jolin said. However, he could not figure out when and how Isabella
could actually make him lose consciousness without him knowing. His eyes turned cold, and he realized he could no longer keep Isabella there.
“Boss, I have the photo as proof. I can send it to you if you don't trust me.”
“Send it to me.”
After hanging up the phone, Oscar received the photo that made him nearly lose his temper.
Oscar picked up his suit and hurried out. Taking the elevator downstairs, he returned to the
neighborhood as fast as he could. While on the way, he nearly got into an accident as he was driving
too fast. Luckily, he managed to avoid it.
When he was home, he started to feel guilty instead of angry. He was afraid that Amelia would question
him. Although he was a victim too, he had looked as though he was enjoying the kiss with Isabella in
the photo. If he said that he did not know about the kiss, it would sound like sophistry. However, he did
not want to lie and deceive Amelia either.
He had promised her he would never lie to her in their marriage.
He had imagined all kinds of consequences, but to his surprise, he saw Amelia sitting on the couch in a
daze when he entered the house. She did not even notice when he came in.
Seeing that, he could not help feeling a little distressed.
Walking over, he said softly, “Honey.” Amelia was obviously taken aback as she almost jumped up from the couch, but Oscar held her down
in time.
“What's wrong?” he asked with concern.
Amelia looked at Oscar, who was inches away from her. Suddenly, there was a hint of resistance in her
eyes. “Oscar, can you not stay so close to me?”
Oscar's heart sank, but his voice became gentler as he asked, “Why wouldn't you let me get so close to
you? Are you feeling unwell?”
Amelia forced a smile. “My head hurts a little. I'm afraid I might pass it to you.”
Oscar reached out to touch her head, but she dodged it.
Abruptly, he reached out and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at him.
“Honey, is there anything you want to tell me?”
He wanted Amelia to tell him everything that was in her mind instead of swallowing all the
misunderstandings on her own. If it went on, the misunderstandings between them would only grow.
Amelia replied with a forced smile, “We talk every day. What else can I tell you?”
“That's not what your expression tells me.”
Amelia's smile froze for a moment before she let out a sigh. “Oscar, I'm fine. You must be hungry. I'll goheat up the food for you.”
As soon as she got up, Oscar pulled her to sit on his lap.
“Amelia, you can tell me anything that's on your mind. There's no need to hide it. As you said, we're
married. We should talk about things before it's too late so that there's no misunderstanding.” Oscar's
deep voice had a soothing effect on people.
Amelia stopped trying to break free from him.
“Honey, tell me, what happened?” Oscar asked again softly.
Amelia sighed. After hesitating for some time, she still did not say it. She was afraid that her
relationship with Oscar would really deteriorate after she asked him the question.
“Nothing. I'll go and heat up the food.” Then, she broke free from Oscar and fled into the kitchen.
Oscar's eyes darkened.
There was still tension in his heart. He wanted to explain to Amelia about the kiss, but he did not know
how to start. If his explanation was not clear enough, the trust that he had finally established with
Amelia would really crumble.
The tacit understanding and seamless trust between them might really cease to exist.
His mind was a mess. He could be decisive in everything in life, except things involving Amelia. Amelia, how should I explain it to you so that you'll believe that Isabella and I are innocent?
The photo was ironclad evidence. No matter how hard he tried to explain, the photo would make his
words unconvincing.
When Amelia came out with the reheated food, she saw Oscar sitting on the couch, looking a little
dejected. Her eyes flickered as she could not help but think of the kiss between him and Isabella.
Her head hurt. She thought that her relationship with Oscar should be indestructible after they had
gone through so much, but the photo had dealt her unshakable confidence a blow. She even doubted
the authenticity of what Oscar said to her.
She shook her head, secretly reminding herself that she had to believe Oscar's feelings for her no
matter what and that she should not have any doubts.
Having mentally convinced herself, she could finally wear an expression that was less grim on her face.
“Oscar, the food has been heated up. Come and have your dinner,” said Amelia.
Coming back to his senses, Oscar walked over and sat down. When he saw that Amelia had only
prepared the cutlery for him and not herself, he asked, “Are you not eating with me?”
“I was hungry, so I ate first. You can eat alone. I'll go upstairs to check on Tony. After you're done, just
leave the dishes in the kitchen. Wrap anything that you can't finish with plastic wrap and put them in the
fridge.” Amelia quickly went upstairs after she finished talking.
Oscar looked at the sumptuous food on the table, which had instantly become unappetizing. He simply took a few bites before he packed all the leftovers and put them in the fridge. Then, he went
upstairs and opened the door of Tony's room. He saw Amelia sitting by the bed staring blankly at Tony,
who had long been asleep.
He wanted to walk over, but he was afraid of scaring Amelia. Hence, he stood outside the room simply
looking at Amelia, who was looking at Tony inside the room.