Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 768

Summary for Chapter 768: Too Much to Bear, My Love

Chapter 768 – A Turning Point in Too Much to Bear, My Love by XO

In this chapter of Too Much to Bear, My Love, XO introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 768 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Romantic genre.

Chapter 768 Misunderstanding

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.”

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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.

“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.