Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 146 I Love Him But My Sanity Is Still Intact

“Babe, can you please have some self-respect? Don’t immediately rush over just because of a single

word from that man. You’re a human, not a dog he rears, so you have your dignity. It is either you grow a

spine, or I’m going to tie you up.”

Upon hearing this, Amelia burst out laughing. “I know you care about me, Tiff. I promise you I’ll protect

myself. I love Oscar Clinton, but my sanity is still intact. Love isn’t everything to me, so I’ll stay sensible.

Don’t worry, okay?” she coaxed.

However, Tiffany obviously didn’t believe her.

“You? Sensible? You’ll only stay sensible when pigs fly!”

Amelia was torn between laughter and indignation. This is great… she’s comparing me to a pig!

“Alright, let’s not squabble anymore, Tiff. I’m going up for a while, but I’ll be back very soon.”

All at once, Tiffany shot daggers at her. She was so livid that she was on the verge of bursting a blood

vessel.

“You’re simply hopeless! I’ve said so much, yet you’re still adamant to go up and look for Oscar Clinton!

What if he deliberately acts all lovey-dovey with Cassie Yard in front of you? You’re now with a child, so

even the slightest emotional distress might cause a miscarriage. Are you aware of that?” Tiffany lectured

her.

“He’s not such a person,” Amelia countered as she shook her head.

At this, Tiffany swallowed her riposte. “I’ll go with you,” she concurred.

Unexpectedly, Amelia shook her head. “I can manage it, Tiff. Just wait for me here, okay? I’ll be back in

no time,” she asserted.

“I’ll give you half an hour. If you don’t return within half an hour, I’ll go and look for you upstairs.”

“Okay.”

Then, Amelia went up by herself and found Oscar at the stairwell he mentioned.

A flash of surprise flittered across her eyes when she saw the cigarette butts scattered at his feet and

smelled the choking stench of cigarette smoke lingering in the air.

While she had seen him smoke before, he never smoked as much as he did today, always stopping just

after a few puffs.

Her heart instantly clenched, and she was gripped by the urge to weep. Oscar Clinton, is Cassie Yard

really that important to you that you uncharacteristically smoked so many cigarettes in the hospital? she

wondered.

Her emotions were in a chaotic mess.

My husband is in such a sorry state because of another woman. Meanwhile, I’ve been looking forward to

his love endlessly. Yet, I always remain standing on the periphery like a stranger.

When Oscar spotted her, he immediately snubbed out the cigarette in his hand. Then, he took her hand

and went downstairs, away from the choking cigarette smoke.

As Amelia stood on the stairs, Oscar pulled her into his embrace without even giving her the chance to

ask him what had happened.

Rattled, Amelia then struggled for a bit.

“Stay still and let me hug you for a while,” Oscar implored softly.

All at once, Amelia went still. Slowly lifting her hands that were encircled around his waist, she then

patted his back lightly.

“What happened?” she asked in a whisper.

However, the only response she received was Oscar hugging her all the tighter.

As Amelia patted his back like a loving mother, she murmured, “I’m here.”

In the next moment, Oscar buried his head into her neck, licking and biting lightly. His breathing became

increasingly heavier as well. Instantly, shock swamped Amelia. She was afraid that he would truly lose

control and do something indecent here.

Although we’re in the stairwell, and people seldom use the stairs, it doesn’t mean that nobody is around.

And if someone so happened to glimpse such a passionate scene on the downstairs, it will be the end of

me.

While Oscar’s breathing grew all the heavier, Amelia still kept her wits about her.

“We’re in the hospital here, so please restraint yourself, Mr. Clinton,” she reminded with the final shred of

sanity she had left.

In the end, Oscar took a final nip of her before he finally rested his head against her shoulder and panted

heavily.

Both of them were rather worked up, and Amelia could even sense moisture gathering between her

thighs. In a flash, her face flushed bright red, rendering her as beautiful as a blooming flower.

As Oscar buried his head in her shoulder, he muttered in a hoarse and alluring voice, “Honey, how I wish

to devour you right this instance!”

At his remark, the blush on Amelia’s face deepened, and she appeared as beautiful as a picture.

Oscar tightened his hold and hugged her tighter.

“Honey, I love the feeling of having you in my arms,” Oscar confessed.

Nestling in his embrace, Amelia questioned softly, “What happened, Mr. Clinton? Why did you smoke so

many cigarettes?”

“It’s just some insignificant troubles. Everything will be settled soon,” Oscar deflected without answering

the question.

Wriggling out of his embrace, Amelia lifted her eyes and looked at him solemnly, just like a virtuous and

loving wife. “I’m here with you. No matter what the problems are, I’ll lend you my ears.”

Something deep within Oscar softened when he heard that. It’s truly difficult for me to not notice her!

He lifted his hand and caressed her cheek. “Cassie was wheeled into the operating room again. The

doctor said that she might not be able to get pregnant anymore,” he confessed in a low voice.

Shocked, Amelia blurted, “What happened? Didn’t you say that she’ll be fine as long as she has

sufficient care?”

“Something happened just now, so…”

Nevertheless, Amelia didn’t get all nosy and inquire further. Instead, she merely murmured thoughtfully,

“If you’re sad, Mr. Clinton, you can cry. It’s not wrong for a man to cry. Plus, I won’t make fun of

you.” While I’ll be distressed, I can’t bear to see you suffer.

Amused, Oscar burst into laughter.

At the sound of his chortles, Amelia looked at him strangely.

Oscar, on the other hand, responded by lifting a hand and tapping her on the nose. “Aren’t you jealous

when I’m intimate with another woman right in front of your eyes?” he queried.

At this, a glimmer of anguish flickered in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it in the next moment.

“Mr. Clinton, I’m not the wife you truly want, right? Thus, I don’t have a legitimate reason to get jealous

even if I want to do so,” she asserted begrudgingly.

Upon hearing her reply, Oscar’s heart abruptly twisted in agony.

Pinching her cheek, he lamented in a gentle voice, “You always have a way of hitting me right where it

hurts. So, how can I possibly bear to see you sad?”

But you’ve always been making me sad, Amelia thought.

“Amelia, I won’t allow anything to happen to you and the baby in your belly,” Oscar muttered, seemingly

avowing it as he stroked her hair softly.

For a moment, Amelia was at a loss. She wanted to lift her head to look at him, but he pushed her head

down.

“What do you mean by that, Mr. Clinton?” she questioned.

A burning fire started blazing within Oscar. I’m willing to protect this woman with my life! Although I’m not

very certain whether we can be together forever until death do us part. But, at this very moment, I truly

want to hold this woman, who’s seemingly strong yet fragile at times in my embrace. I won’t allow anyone

to hurt her.