Chapter 163 Show Off Your Affection
When they got back to the apartment, Oscar, who said that he would only be back at night, was already waiting inside. Amelia and Tiffany fell silent in shock when they saw him.
After a while, Amelia broke into a smile. “Mr. Clinton, you’re back.”
Tiffany spared Oscar a glance. Yet, Oscar did not even bother to look at her and walked over to Amelia. His eyes burning hot and intense into hers, making Amelia feel a little warm.
Amelia started to blush and her heartbeat quickened. She broke their eye contact, pretending to tidy her clothes.
Tiffany scowled, then spoke to state her presence. Otherwise, the couple would totally forget about her existence.
“Mr. Clinton, stop looking at her so blatantly. You’ll burn a hole through her soon,” said Tiffany deliberately.
Amelia’s cheeks grew even redder.
Oscar simply shot her a look and said, “You can go now.”
Tiffany laughed boisterously. She lifted the bags in her hands and said, “See these? I went to buy them with Amelia and she invited me to stay for dinner. So, it’s too bad that I’ll definitely be a third wheel today. I don’t think a president like yourself would be so petty to not even let me have a meal, right?”
Oscar looked at the groceries, then at Amelia. Amelia turned to Tiffany and said, “Tiff, put the groceries in the kitchen first. They’re heavy.”
Tiffany shrugged her shoulders and looked smugly at Oscar, forcing him to acknowledge that she still had a place in Amelia’s heart. Even if Oscar wanted to spend time alone with Amelia, she would not just chase her away.
In the end, all Tiffany wanted to do was to challenge Oscar and not let him get what he wanted so easily. She needed to let him know that no matter what, Amelia still had many friends that had her back, and was not someone he could just order around as he pleased.
Tiffany raised the bags in her arms and said, “Mr. Clinton, it’s time to make yourself useful. Take these groceries to the kitchen. A big strong man like you should act more gentlemanly.”
Without another word, Oscar took the bags in her hands and strode into the kitchen.
Tiffany said, “At least he got the cue.”
Amelia was feeling a little helpless. “Tiff, don’t quarrel with him since he’s finally made it home. Both of you are very important to me. I don’t want to see you fighting all the time. It’s making my life difficult.”
“Don’t worry. As long as he doesn’t hurt you, I won’t make things difficult for him. I’ll always consider your feelings first.”
Amelia patted her on the shoulder. “I know you mean the best for me.”
Tiffany shrugged and said, “I think ever since you were exposed to men, you’d totally forgotten about your best friend. You’re always siding with Oscar now and never speak up for me anymore. I’m getting upset.”
Amelia did not know what to say to that. Is it my fault to have fallen for someone?
Tiffany grabbed her hand and smiled. “Babe, I was just joking. When I’m done helping you in the kitchen I’ll make myself scarce. Oscar’s kind of machismo so I don’t think he’s reliable enough to help you cook, but it would be too tiring to cook everything by yourself.”
Amelia was touched. She laughed and said, “Stay for dinner. We have enough ingredients anyway.”
Tiffany glanced at the kitchen before she replied, “I don’t want to be the third wheel. Your husband is trying to kill me with his gaze alone. He clearly doesn’t want me here. One day, when he comes to beg me about something concerning you, see how I’ll deal with him then. Just thinking about it makes my day.”
Amelia stood still as she didn’t know how to react to her comment.
Those two had been fighting like cats and dogs for the past four or five years. Even Amelia’s attempts to mediate had never worked. There was no way for both of them to coexist as normal human beings.
They were just two magnetic fields that collided.
“I don’t think you’ll get your wish. He’d never beg you for anything involving me. However, there could be a possibility if it is about Cassie,” said Amelia in a neutral tone.
Tiffany shrugged her shoulders. “Who knows? You’ve been together for four or five years. I don’t believe that he doesn’t feel anything for you at all. Unless you’re telling me that he’s just a block of wood.”
Amelia had a blank look on her face.
She could guarantee that Oscar was no block of wood. Otherwise, he could not be that passionate in bed. However, aside from intimacy, she only had a handful of good memories with Oscar over the years. He was rarely involved in her life other than providing her with food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. Amelia also did not understand how she fell for a man who was so insensitive and unromantic. However, when she realized she had fallen for him, she was already truly, deeply, madly in love with him. It was too late to stop her feelings then.
Consequently, she started to care more and more about Oscar’s attitude toward her. Amelia was both excited and uneasy when she first found out about her pregnancy. She was excited that she finally had a child with Oscar, but felt uneasy as she was worried if he would ask her to abort the child.
Amelia’s feelings for Oscar were very complicated. Perhaps she had always felt that she had no sense of security in her marriage since their marriage was a love contract bound by terms and conditions. She would always become fearful even when any little thing happened.
Oscar came back out to join them after he put down the groceries and washed his hands. When Tiffany saw him, she said, “Mr. Clinton, how does it feel to live in the hospital? You were happy with someone else. I almost thought you’d totally forgotten that you still have a wife.”
Oscar only spared her a glance before subsequently ignoring her.
He walked over, sat down in front of Amelia, then caressed her belly and whispered, “Has our baby been good?”
Amelia smiled slightly and replied, “Sweetheart has been good these few days, and didn’t act up. Maybe he knows that Daddy’s not here, so he needs to protect Mommy.”
Oscar’s expression softened. He replied in a tender voice, “I missed you a lot.”
Amelia’s cheeks started to burn. It was fine if Oscar had not said those sweet nothings. However, once he said it, it made her heart flutter.
Tiffany, who had been watching this from aside, started to have goosebumps.
She rubbed her hands together and said, “Mr. Clinton, I know you’re a master of flirting, but could you please consider the feelings of others around you before you act all lovey-dovey with your wife?”
“The door’s over there. If you can’t stand it, you’re free to leave.”
Tiffany was already used to him kicking her out.
“The more you want me to leave, the more I won’t do it. It’s too bad for you, but I’m definitely staying,” replied Tiffany provokingly.
Oscar did not bother to respond.
Amelia was getting a little restless, fearing that the two would really start a fight. She did not expect Oscar to suddenly speak. “I won’t quarrel with unreasonable women. It would lower my status”
Amelia was taken aback. She subconsciously glanced at Tiffany.
Tiffany just laughed, her voice was laced with anger. “Same here! Everyone else says that Mr. Clinton is so refined and classy. Looks like that’s not true. From what I see, you’re not worthy of Amelia at all.”
Oscar simply kept a straight face and turned to Amelia. “Didn’t you want to cook? I’ll help you. We haven’t cooked together before. I’ll cook a few dishes and you can tell me if I’m good at it.”
Amelia was rather surprised.
“You know how to cook?” They had been married for so long, but she had basically never seen him cook before.
Oscar gently tapped the tip of her nose and said in a tender, loving voice, “Of course, I know how to cook.”
“But the last time…”
“I didn’t want to cook then.”
Amelia fell silent.
“What’s wrong? You don’t want to cook with me?”
Amelia shook her head.
Tiffany was getting completely ignored. Her presence was not felt at all.
Oscar took Amelia’s chin in his hands and studied her face. He said softly, “What’s the matter? Are you that surprised to know that I can cook?”
Amelia shook her head, clearing the disappointment away from her thoughts. She smiled and said, “I was just thinking, would you make me whatever I have craving for”
Oscar nodded.
“I want to eat roasted rosemary chicken. Do you know how to make it?”
Oscar nodded again.
He then stood up and offered Amelia a hand, like a gentleman. She put her hand in his large palm before noticing that Tiffany was watching their entire interaction, waiting for a good show. It was only then that Amelia realized she had been so distracted by Oscar’s charms that she had forgotten Tiffany was in the room.
Amelia indeed forgot about her friends once she found love.
Amelia hurriedly withdrew her hands and faked a cough before she said, “Tiff, what do you want to eat? It’s rare that Mr. Clinton’s interested in cooking today. Looks like we’re going to have a good meal.”
Tiffany crossed her arms and said with a faint smile, “Mr. Clinton, do I have the honor of tasting your cooking?”
Oscar immediately rejected her. “No.”
Amelia patted him awkwardly on the arm and said to Tiffany with a hint of embarrassment, “Tiff, he’s just joking. Don’t take it to heart.”
Tiffany was already used to Oscar’s rejections, so she was not the least bit unhappy. She simply shrugged. “Looks like I’m just an unwanted guest. I’ll just go back now and stop being a third wheel.”
Amelia mistakenly thought that Tiffany was really angry. She hurriedly replied, “Tiff, don’t be angry.”
Tiffany laughed. “Babe, do you really think I’m so easily provoked?” As she spoke, she moved closer to Amelia, then leaned in and whispered, “I’m trying to let you guys spend some time together. I don’t want to be the third wheel and have to tolerate your husband’s attitude toward me. You just enjoy your romantic candlelit dinner today.”
Amelia was deeply moved.
“You’re not staying for dinner?”
Tiffany shook her head. “I’ll just go home and cook something. You can flirt all you want with Mr. Clinton. I won’t bother you anymore. If you need me, I’m just a call away. Just call me and don’t try to handle it by yourself if Mr. Clinton bullies you. I’ll deal with him for you.”
Amelia felt so touched. At the same time, she was dumbfounded.
Tiffany waved. “I’m out.” She then turned to Oscar and continued, “Mr. Clinton, I’ll be leaving now. I won’t be an eyesore anymore. You can stop acting so petty. You look awful that way.”
As soon as she was done, Tiffany hurried off as fast as she could.
