Hurry, close your eyes and sleep.” Cassie took his head and weaved her fingers with his. “Oz, I went to Erihal years ago capriciously. I lost myself in the fun Erihal had to offer, but after one month, I missed you so much. I nearly rushed back, but Mom told me you had married someone else.” She bared her heart to him. “I was so unhappy and mad back then. You said you love me, but you married another woman swiftly after my departure. In a fit of anger, I remained in Erihal. I told myself that I’ll be fine alone. If I knew we’d miss each other for years, I would’ve returned immediately.
I still love and miss you after all these years.” Not a word came from Oscar’s lips. He had investigated Cassie’s past in Erihal. Besides frequenting bars and nightclubs, she was involved intimately with a few men. She also often held parties in her rented apartment, spending the night partying and getting wasted with a bunch of people, like there was no tomorrow. When the investigator handed him the report, he was caught by surprise. However, the report plus the photos given by Olivia confirmed one thing—he was tricked by Cassie’s innocent and kind appearance. She was, in fact, an avid partygoer who loved frequenting bars and nightclubs. Oscar was known for his crafty side in the business world.
Hence, he had not expected to be wrong about her. After finding out Cassie’s real character, he gradually drifted away from her. He couldn’t accept the fact that she was merely putting up an act in front of him. True to his word, he hired an Irushean designer to design a wedding dress for her. Nevertheless, Amelia was the one who popped up in his mind whenever he thought of the wedding proposal and the design for the dress. He couldn’t stop himself from wondering how gorgeous Amelia would look in that dress. Noticing Oscar wandering off, a flash of panic appeared in Cassie’s gaze.
She struggled to sit up but accidentally jostled her wound. Immediately, she gasped in pain. Snapping back to reality, Oscar took her arm. “What’s wrong? Did you jostle your wound?” Grabbing his shoulders, Cassie gazed at him and uttered pitifully, “Oz, don’t leave me alone. It’s not that I don’t like kids. I just want one of our own. I can’t get over the fact that you and Amelia are married, so I refuse to let her child come between us. It’s like a thorn stuck in my throat which will hurt every time I breathe.” Oscar helped her to lie down and told her, “Stop overthinking things. You just had surgery and lost your baby, so your body is still weak. You must be tired after talking for so long. Sleep now.”
Cassie blinked and asked, “Oz, can you hand me my phone?” Oscar found her request strange, but he went to the left side of her bed and retrieved her phone for her. “Let’s take a selfie of you kissing me, Oz!” exclaimed Cassie as she clicked on the camera app. Frowning, Oscar returned, “Why are you suddenly asking to take a selfie?” “Well, our last selfie was taken years ago. I don’t think we’ve taken any new photos together. I know you love me, but you rarely get intimate with me. I just want a photo of you kissing me. Won’t you say yes?” Cassie’s eyes reddened in distress. Oscar couldn’t bring himself to say no, so he leaned over and kissed her cheek.
Pointing at her forehead, Cassie requested, “Oz, I want you to kiss my forehead. A kiss on the forehead is more intimate than a kiss on the lips.” Oscar brushed his lips across her forehead as her camera clicked repeatedly. “Oz, can you kiss my shoulder?” Cassie’s request grew R-rated. Oscar merely stared at her silently. Pouting prettily, Cassie whined, “I want us to be more intimate. Can’t you say yes to my small request?” Oscar relented reluctantly. Cassie proceeded to take countless photos of Oscar kissing her forehead, cheek, and lips. She then forced Oscar to go through each and every photo with her. “Oz, this photo of you kissing my forehead looks pretty good. What do you think?” “Yeah, it is.”
Oscar reached out to take the phone from her, but she refused to relinquish it to him. “Oz, let me scroll through the photos for a bit.” Oscar knitted his brows together and replied, “It’s late. Time to sleep.” “No!” she whimpered. “It’s rare for us to take these intimate photos. I want to enjoy them for a bit longer. I can’t sleep now.” Oscar thought about it and caved in shortly after. “Okay. Stay here. I need to make a call outside,” he told her. Cassie looked up anxiously. “Why are you doing it out there? You can make that call here.” Oscar’s frown deepened. Cassie added hastily, “Don’t get me wrong.
I wasn’t trying to restrict your freedom. I’m just afraid that you’ll leave when I wasn’t paying attention. I don’t want to stay in the hospital alone.” Oscar assured her, “I need to instruct my assistant about something regarding work. I’ll be back in around thirty minutes. If you’re sleepy, just go to bed. Don’t worry. I’ll stay here for the night.” Cassie inclined her head grudgingly. After Oscar stepped out of her ward, the anxiety on Cassie’s face disappeared without a trace. Gazing at Oscar’s figure in the photos, she declared, “Oz, don’t blame me for my schemes to get you. I love you too much to give you up to Amelia. I am your soulmate. Amelia is just a b*tch you hired who doesn’t deserve to be with you.”
She picked five intimate selfies from the countless selfies they took earlier and sent them to Amelia along with a text: Amelia, Oz loves me. He told me he didn’t divorce you because you’re pregnant with his child. You’re a scheming woman, huh? Never mind, I can wait for him. He’ll be mine sooner or later. The child in your belly will be nothing but an outsider. After sending out that text, she proceeded to delete it and lay down as though nothing had happened earlier. When Oscar came in later, she had already dozed off. Oscar came to her bed and glanced at her. Right then, his phone rang.
He whipped out his phone and saw Amelia’s name flashing on the screen. He quickly answered it. “Hello?” Amelia’s cool voice sounded from the other end of the line. “Mr. Clinton, I know you’re a loving couple with Ms. Yard and that I’m just a stand-in for her. But please, could you ask Ms. Yard to stop sending me those disgusting photos?” “What photos?” Oscar was puzzled. “Mr. Clinton, you know what the photos are. You must’ve had a good time kissing her forehead and lips, huh? You have my blessings. Please inform her on my behalf that I won’t come between you.”
With that, she ended the phone call without hesitation. Oscar gazed at his phone, whose screen had gone dark, and scowled. Returning to Cassie’s side, complicated emotions flashed across his eyes. He seemed troubled. On the other hand, Amelia felt her heart clenching in pain at the sight of the selfies of Oscar and Cassie. After the initial pain came a fresh swell of rage. How dare Cassie send me those photos? So what if she used to be Oscar’s girlfriend? I am Oscar’s legally wedded wife. The Clintons admitted my status. Even though our marriage was nothing but an agreement, it is still protected by the law.
Cassie is just a lowly homewrecker. As a mistress, she’s so arrogant. Staring at the intimate selfies angrily, Amelia scoffed, “What a loving couple. Cassie has just suffered from a miscarriage, but you’re already acting all lovey-dovey with her. Aren’t you afraid of losing control? Cassie might end up going into the operating room again.” Amelia knew she was being harsh, but there was no way she could bring herself to sympathize with Cassie’s plight. After all, Cassie kept pushing her limits. She wasn’t a saint. After deleting the photos, she declared to herself, “You want me to leave? I’m sorry, but I’ve just changed my mind. You are certain Oscar loves you, right? Let’s see how much he loves you.”
Cassie, whom she despised, had ignited a spark of competitiveness in her. Besides her background, she was confident enough of defeating Cassie. The competitive Amelia fell into a deep sleep. The next morning, she washed up excitedly and put on a pink dress. She was seven months along, but besides her slight bump, her limbs were still slender. Hence, the youthful dress complemented her fair skin instead of looking awkward on her. When Amelia came down the stairs, even Molly was slightly stunned at the sight of her gorgeous figure. With a wide grin, Molly greeted her, “Good morning, Mrs. Clinton. You look pretty today. Are you going somewhere?” Amelia returned a smile.
“Do you mean I’m not pretty usually?” Wiping her hands dry, Molly beamed. “Mrs. Clinton, you look pretty every day. But today, you look exceptionally attractive. Perhaps it has something to do with your jovial mood.” Amelia touched her face consciously. Is it that obvious? “Molly, let’s go to the farmer’s market later. I want to cook something delicious for Oscar.” Amelia flashed a warm smile. Molly served her breakfast and uttered, “Sure, Mrs. Clinton.
But Mr. Clinton doesn’t come home for lunch. Are you bringing lunch to his office?” Amelia merely nodded and said nothing else. After breakfast, Amelia followed Molly to the farmer’s market. The sellers there were delighted to see them and lavished praises on Amelia. Those who frequented the farmer’s market were usually elderly ladies. Sometimes, a few young people would show up. However, none of them were as charming and pretty as Amelia.
