Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 129 You Fight For Your Relationship

Amelia stopped and turned around. “Ms. Larson, when you fight for your relationship, you have to make

it seem like you’re generous. Sometimes, men won’t believe in things as easily as you think they would.”

With that said, she left.

Amelia had wanted to leave the hospital immediately, but right after she reached the first floor, her phone

rang.

When she took it out of her bag, she realized it was Oscar calling.

Picking up the call, she muttered, “Hello?”

“Where are you?”

“Downstairs. I’m about to go back.”

“Didn’t I tell you we were having lunch together? Stay where you are. I’ll go to you right away.”

Staring at the screen after the call ended, the corner of Amelia’s lips lifted. She then kept her phone in

her bag and obediently waited for him in the same spot.

Oscar was swift to come down. Right as he exited the elevator, Amelia’s burning gaze was on him.

Striding over, the man said, “Let’s go.”

Amelia walked beside him until they reached the car. Once they were both in the car, Oscar buckled the

seatbelt for her and asked, “What would you like to eat?”

After a moment of contemplation, she replied, “I feel like eating something spicy.”

Oscar nodded and made a call. After a few minutes, he then ended the call and informed her, “I’ve

reserved a room for us. We’ll order when we reach.”

Amelia nodded and leaned back on her seat.

“Mr. Clinton, how is Ms. Yard doing?”

Glancing at her, Oscar replied, “The doctor said she’s recovering well. She’ll be able to go home to rest

in a few days.”

“Does she want to discharge herself from the hospital so soon?” Amelia abruptly voiced.

Instantly, Oscar scowled.

As if his reaction was within her expectations, Amelia chuckled and said, “She doesn’t want to be

discharged, does she?”

Oscar fell silent, and it meant that she was right.

Amelia let out a dry laugh. “Congratulations, Mr. Clinton, it seems like she adores you so much that she

doesn’t even want to spend a second away from you. Once she’s out of the hospital, I’m sure she’ll

convince her whole family to persuade you to divorce me. When that happens, they’ll persuade you to

marry her instead.”

After a pause, she continued, “Mr. Clinton, although I want to congratulate you, I don’t think it feels good

to be forced, right?”

Oscar’s scowl deepened. “You—”

As if she was a cheeky child who found the way to blackmail someone, Amelia grinned. “I’m sorry, Mr.

Clinton. My mouth works faster than my brain does. Please don’t take anything I say to heart.”

At that, Oscar sighed in exasperation.

With a serene look on her face, she muttered, “I think Ms. Yard is clinging to you. You promised to marry

her too. I’m afraid I, the contractual wife, will soon have to leave.”

“You seem quite happy about it,” Oscar ground out.

Cupping her own cheeks, Amelia exclaimed dramatically, “Is my expression that obvious, Mr. Clinton?”

Oscar did not know why he felt upset when he heard that reply of hers. “Are you that keen on divorcing

me? Didn’t you say you couldn’t bear to leave me a while ago?”

At that, Amelia tilted her head to the side to conceal the flash of disappointment in her eyes. Only after

recollecting herself did she nonchalantly respond, “Honestly, aren’t we comical? We keep coming back to

this question of whether we should get a divorce or not.”

“I think you’re the one who keeps mentioning it.”

Amelia nodded. “I’ve heard from others that the one to fall in love will be the one who loses. I didn’t think

that was true back then, but now I do. I’ve fallen hard for you, but you, you’re still the same as ever. It

seems like I’m really no match for you in the world of love.”

Hearing her, Oscar’s hand on the steering wheel stilled for a moment. However, he soon recomposed

himself.

“Are you admitting that you’ve fallen for me?”

Amelia nodded truthfully. “There’s nothing embarrassing in admitting I’ve fallen for you. Unfortunately for

me, it seems like your attention is more on the other woman.”

At that moment, Oscar felt as if his heart had leaped into his throat.

Stopping his car, he spun around to look at the woman seated next to him. His menacing gaze that

landed on her frightened her, and she stuttered, “W-What’s wrong, Mr. Clinton?”

He remained silent as he unbuckled her safety belt and placed his hand behind her head. Pulling her

closer, he breathed warm breaths onto her skin.

It was only then he voiced, “Are you really in love with me?”

Amelia’s eyes glistened as her face heated up despite herself.

“Are you really in love with me?” Oscar repeated.

Amelia turned to look out of the window. “Mr. Clinton, are you that happy to hear I’ve fallen for you?”

“Look at me,” Oscar demanded.

A deep breath was what Amelia took before she turned to look at him. When the two locked eyes, they

saw the intense emotions in each other’s eyes.

Right as Oscar lowered his head to kiss Amelia’s lips, the ringtone of someone’s phone began echoing in

the car.

Oscar’s expression promptly darkened.

On the other hand, Amelia patted her cheeks before she took her phone out of her bag. A glance at the

screen told her it was from Jennifer.

It was a surprise, but Amelia picked up the call nevertheless. “Hello?”

“Amelia, Carter has woken up. The first thing he said upon opening his eyes was that he wants to see

you. Can you come? The doctor said not to agitate him in this state, and I’m afraid he’ll be trapped in his

yearning thoughts for you and get into an accident.”

At that, Amelia froze. She never thought Carter would want to see her the moment he woke.

“Hello? Amelia, did you hear me?” Jennifer asked.

Returning to her senses, Amelia mumbled, “I did.”

“Carter has woken up and wants to see you. Can you come? He’s quite emotional right now.”

Peeking at Oscar with a frown, Amelia replied, “Ms. Larson, I’m sorry. I’m going to lunch with my

husband right now, so it’ll have to be after lunch.”

Jennifer sounded as if she was going to burst into tears at any time. “Amelia, please. I’m begging you.

Carter is quite agitated right now, and the doctor said it’ll be detrimental to his health. If you really think of

him as a friend, then please come.”

Jennifer’s words stumped Amelia, and in the end, she relented. “I’ll go to you now, then.”

“Thank you, Amelia.”

Amelia did not respond to that.

After ending the call, the woman apologetically muttered, “Mr. Clinton, I’d have to trouble you to send me

to the hospital. Carter’s awake, and I’m going to take a look at how he is.”

To calm himself, Oscar took a deep breath. “You’re not allowed to go.”

In response, Amelia placed her hands on his shoulders and pleaded in a higher-pitched voice, “Mr.

Clinton, please send me to the hospital. Jennifer told me he’s quite agitated right now, and the doctor

said it’s not good for him to be in such a state.”

Oscar shot her a pointed look. “Amelia, don’t forget you’re married.”

She simply stared at him.

“I’ve made reservations, and you’re now pregnant. The baby can’t starve.” With that said, Oscar moved

to start the car again.

For once, Amelia was insistent. “If you’re hungry, you can go ahead and have your lunch by yourself.

Carter’s my friend, and I can’t sit on my hands if I can help him.”

At that, she unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to open the door. However, Oscar grabbed her head and

hissed, “Amelia, am I a dead man to you?”

Turning around to look at him, Amelia huffed, “That isn’t what I mean.”

“I’m going to give you two choices now. One is to have lunch with me, and the other is to go to the

hospital. If you choose to go to the hospital, I won’t stop you, but things will turn sour between us.”

Gazing at him, Amelia bitterly uttered, “Do you mean you’ll divorce me if I go to the hospital, Mr. Clinton?”

He was silent, but she took it as a silent agreement to her words.

Tucking away the hurt she felt, she continued, “You’ve finally said it out loud. Are you that eager to marry

Ms. Yard?”

Frowning, Oscar asserted, “Stop blaming everything on Cassie. I want to marry her, but not now.”

It was as if someone took a knife and slashed Amelia’s heart. As she forced a smile on her face, she

answered, “I’m sorry, Mr. Clinton. It seems like we have differing opinions about this.”

With that said, she retracted her hand and left the car.

Staring at his empty hand, Oscar turned grim. He felt as if he had been thrown into the middle of the

ocean even though he could not swim. He struggled with all his might, but still, the seawater continued to

wash over him, threatening to suffocate and drown him.

At that, Oscar slammed his hand on the steering wheel before roaring like an injured beast.

In the next second, he swung the door open and ran toward Amelia.

When he grabbed her hand, he spun her around to force her to look at him.

“Get on the car. I’ll drive you there,” Oscar uttered frigidly.

Amelia froze for a second. Then, her lisp curled as she said, “Didn’t you say things will turn sour between

us?”

Oscar only shot her a glare before repeating, “Get in the car, or else I’ll carry you into it. I don’t care if

we’re in a public space.”

Amelia nearly burst into laughter.

Spreading her arms, she replied, “Then carry me up into the car.”

Oscar glared at her again, but there was a trace of amusement and love that flashed past his eyes.

Giving in to her wishes, he hunched over to lift her into his arms and strode toward the car.

After carrying her into the car, he buckled her seatbelt for her before entering the car from the other side.

With a grin, Amelia asked, “Are you not angry anymore?”

The man shot her a look before responding, “Was I ever angry?”

“I wonder who was the one who said things would turn sour between us,” Amelia mimicked the earlier

words and tone Oscar had used.

Gazing at her, Oscar gritted out, “Aren’t you getting bolder and bolder with each passing day?”

Somehow, his reaction delighted her.

“Mr. Clinton, don’t forget that I’m your wife. You’re the prodigy of the corporate world, and as your wife, I

can’t present myself as someone lousy, can I?” Amelia cheekily said with a wink.

Promptly, Oscar’s expression turned softer.

“You’re not allowed to prioritize any other men from now on. Remember that I’m your man, and you’re

only allowed to have me in your heart.”

“How dominating,” Amelia mumbled under her breath.

“So what if I am? Isn’t that why you like me?” That was a rare teasing remark from Oscar.

His words made Amelia turn toward him to look him in the eye.