Too Much To Bear My Love

Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 78

Amelia hid the disappointment in her eyes and said, “Alright, sleep. Mr. Clinton, do you require special services tonight?”

Oscar’s gaze flickered, wrapping his arm around Amelia’s waist to lift her, and kicked the bedroom door open. With the back of his foot, he kicked the door close after entering the room and speed-walked to the bed, plopping himself over her.

He lowered his head to plant a kiss on her forehead, her nose, before getting to her lips. When he attempted to go lower, her phone—which had been in the discarded bag on the bed—rang.

“Mr. Clinton, the phone,” Amelia said.

Oscar continued with his assault of kisses, confident that the ringing would stop soon. Who knew as soon as the phone stopped ringing, it started ringing again. Amelia struggled against him and repeated, “Mr. Clinton, the phone!”

His eyes flashed with annoyance, and he bit on her neck lightly. “Call me darling, and I’ll go grab it for you.”

She glimpsed at him strangely, which caused his eyebrow to twitch. “You refuse? Then we’ll continue.”

Listening to the unstopping ringtone, Amelia obediently said what he wanted to hear.

Oscar lifted a hand to lightly spank her before getting up to get her phone. “We’ll get you settled in a bit.”

However, when he glanced at the phone’s display, the smile on his face faltered in an instant, and he quickly rejected the call.

“Who called, Mr. Clinton?”

“Wrong number.”

Amelia didn’t seem to care. Oscar originally wanted to place the phone back, but it rang once again. She glanced at him weirdly before reaching for the phone. “Such trivial matter, let me handle it, lest it annoys you.”

Oscar took a brief gander at her before accepting the call.

A gentle voice sounded. “Amelia, are you home?”

Oscar squinted. This man indeed hasn’t given up. He could woo any woman in this world, and he’s decided he wants mine.

“Mr. Scott, if you’re so bored, go to sleep. For an unwed man to keep calling my wife, you must know that I have the right to sue you for harassment.”

Carter Scott’s tone remained unchanged as he responded, “Mr. Clinton, you think too much. If you’re all home safe, then I won’t bother any longer. I’ll hang up now.”

“Hold up, Mr. Scott. What’s the hurry?” Oscar said deliberately. “Don’t you wanna know what Amelia and I are up to?”

Having said that, Oscar planted a deep kiss on Amelia’s cheek. The loud sound it produced was certain to have traveled through the phone.

“Mr. Clinton, don’t you find this childish?” Carter’s voice changed slightly.

“Of course not. Amelia and I are married. This is only natural. If Mr. Scott would like to eavesdrop on us, I wouldn’t mind. Aren’t you good friends with Amelia? I would love for her to share such matters with her good friends.”

“Don’t go overboard, Mr. Clinton. Amelia is a person, not a toy. Don’t you think you’re too hurtful speaking this way?”

“Mr. Scott, you love joking too much. If you’re truly considering her feelings, you wouldn’t be calling her in the middle of the night. The two of us are living our lives peacefully, yet you’re stubbornly trying to get between us. Have you thought about how troubled you’ve been causing her to be?”

At that, Carter quietened down.

“Mr. Scott, if there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up first.”

“I’d like to speak to Amelia. May I?

“Mr. Scott, we’re busy right now. I’m sure you’ll understand as a man. It isn’t convenient for her to answer your call right now.” Having said that, Oscar kissed Amelia right on the lips. The latter was resistant in the beginning due to the caller on the other side of the phone, but she was gradually overwhelmed by Oscar’s persistence. The couple indulged against each other’s lips wantonly, neither trying to pull away.

Hearing the ambiguous noises coming from the phone, Carter’s expression turned sour and nearly threw the phone in his hand away.

He knew he should be hanging up, but his hand felt as if it was being controlled by someone else, entirely unmoving.

Oscar made more efforts to please Amelia, familiar with every single sensitive spot on her body.

Unable to hold back any longer, Amelia let out a moan—one that was definitely heard by Carter’s ears.

It was Carter’s first time eavesdropping on such a situation, especially through a phone call. His face was pale as the veins on his hand bulged. The unending scandalous noises from Oscar and Amelia

sounded ear-piercing and offensive to his ears.

Carter, as if suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, still hadn’t hung up until he heard Oscar’s hoarse voice saying, “Honey, say you love me, and you won’t love anyone else except me.

In the midst of passion, Amelia answered distractedly, “I love you so much, Darling. You’re the only man I love in my life.”

“Such a good girl. Honey, I’ll make you the most blissful woman in this world.”

Carter could no longer handle it and hung up right away.

Oscar glanced at the dimmed screen of the phone with the corner of his eye, his gaze flashing with a touch of pride. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

When it all ended, Amelia laid exhaustedly in Oscar’s embrace. Having calmed down from the passion, her rationale returned as well, eventually recalling that they hadn’t hung up the call while they were doing the deed.

She glared at Oscar angrily. “Mr. Clinton, did you do that on purpose?”

“Someone’s trying to covet my woman. Shouldn’t I do something about it?”

Amelia raised her hand and landed a punch on his chest. “Carter’s my boss. How do you suppose I am to face him tomorrow after what you did?”

Grabbing her hand, he lightly bit on it and said, “If you can’t stand to be there anymore, you’re more than welcomed to Clinton Corporations. You’re my wife. It’s only natural for you to work in your own family’s company.”

“When the time comes for us to get divorced, I’ll be swept out the door by you then!” Amelia angrily rebutted.

Oscar’s broad palm lightly stroked against her back and said, “Be good and sleep. As long as you’re willing to come to Clinton Corporations, no matter whether or not we get divorced, I won’t chase you away. Even if I don’t regard you as my wife, would I possibly let the mother of my child sleep on the streets?”

Amelia rubbed her own belly and said bitterly, “It turns out it’s all thanks to my child.” Her tone was no longer as gentle as it was before.

“You’re talking nonsense again.” Oscar flicked against the tip of her nose, speaking in a rare, considerate tone, “Wanna take a shower? I’ll carry you.”

Amelia glanced at him strangely. “Mr. Clinton, has your conscience changed?”

“I merely fear you’ll feel uncomfortable.”

Amelia’s face flushed unexpectedly, saying in frustration, “Sleep!”

Oscar stared at her with a pampering gaze. “This woman… Since you’re tired, let’s sleep then.”

Amelia snuggled into his embrace. As if she’d found the harbor she could depend on, she fell asleep in a matter of seconds.

When she awoke the next day, she was lying on the bed alone. As soon as she tried to get out of bed, her overly-exerted muscles weakened, causing her to nearly slip and fall.

She picked up the discarded shirt on the floor and headed toward the bathroom, hearing the sound of water flowing with every step she took.

She knocked on the door. “Mr. Clinton, are you in there?”

Swiftly, the door was opened from the inside, and a half-naked Oscar appeared within her sight.

Seeing his well-sculpted figure, Amelia visibly swallowed several times.

“Like what you see?” He smirked.

Scrutinizing him from head to toe, she raised a thumb and praised, “Mr. Clinton, your figure could most definitely rival professional male models.”

He walked forward, capturing her waist, and said teasingly, “So you like it then?”

Boldly, she replied, “Of course. You’re rich, powerful, capable, and handsome; how could I not be pleased? But whether I like it or not is irrelevant. What matters is whether Ms. Yard likes it.”

Oscar’s smirk deepened. “As long as you like it, you don’t have to concern yourself about Cassie.”

In a better mood, Amelia asked the question she’d been thinking of for a while, “Mr. Clinton, can we keep living on like this?”

He flicked her forehead gently and chuckled. “You’re imagining things again. Be good and go wash up. I’ll go grab a change of clothes.”

The smile on Amelia’s face faltered. It had been so long. Why did she still harbor such unrealistic expectations? Especially since Cassie Yard had returned, she and Oscar were destined to go in separate ways.

Shaking off the thoughts in her head, she laughed. “Go change. I’m gonna take a shower. It’s so uncomfortable to feel sticky all over.”

Oscar released her, letting her enter the bathroom before he said, “Amelia, you were great last night. You’ve thoroughly satisfied me.”

Blushing, she shot him a glare before leaving his sight.

Oscar was in a good mood, having just discovered that teasing Amelia occasionally could be so uplifting. Her every smile incited one of his as well.

The feelings he got from Amelia were vastly different from Cassie’s. He could cherish and dote on Cassie. But to Amelia, he was like a beast overcome by lust with inexhaustible energy. Perhaps it might not sound as affectionate, but it was an accurate reflection of his feelings.

Amelia was unaware that Oscar had described himself as a beast. All she wanted was to take a shower like she always did, brush her teeth, and then change into a new set of clothes for work.

Downstairs, Oscar had already begun eating. Molly was coming out of the kitchen with a plate of freshly made toast when she saw Amelia and smiled. “Mrs. Clinton, you’re up. Come have breakfast before you go to work.”

“Morning, Molly.” Amelia smiled. “Last night, I dreamt that you made fried chicken wings. Will you make me some for lunch and deliver it to the company?”

Molly chuckled. “As long as Mrs. Clinton wants it, I’ll personally make the trip. It’s not a problem at all.”

“Molly treats me the best after all.” Amelia laughed.

“It’s rare that Mrs. Clinton has got cravings ever since you got pregnant. Other than fried chicken wings, is there anything else you’d like?”

“I’m craving chicken nuggets as well. For some reason, I’ve been craving meat, especially since I got pregnant. Please, make more portions of the two dishes. There’s nothing else I want, so you may

decide the rest.”

Molly smiled and nodded in agreement.