Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 165 Dancing

“Mr. Clinton, I’m really happy now. Truly, I’m impossibly happy. Even if this is a dream, I implore you to let

me dream on for a while longer,” Amelia entreated.

After placing the vegetables he’d washed onto the plate, Oscar chided, “You’re letting your imagination

run wild again, huh? If you like my cooking, I’ll take the time to cook for you when I’m not busy. I’m your

husband, so it’s only natural that I cook for you. Is it necessary for you to think that you’re dreaming?”

Amelia rested against Oscar’s back like a child. Bliss was written all over her face, but her eyes

unwittingly turned red.

He simply can’t understand my sorrow when it comes to my longing for a home. Ah well, he’ll understand

one day. Or perhaps he’ll never understand it in this lifetime.

Nonetheless, Oscar’s broad back gave her a strong sense of security.

Again, she repeated, “Mr. Clinton, I really feel extremely happy now. Such happiness can never be

measured by money.”

Her proclamation hit Oscar squarely in the chest, for he’d never expected her to be so easily satisfied.

He was merely cooking a meal for her, yet it was already more than sufficient to have her saying that she

was happy.

She said, such happiness can never be measured by money.

In truth, this statement was an epiphany to him. No woman had ever told him that the happiness they

craved was merely to be with him without branded gifts or jewelry, a resplendent villa, or a sports car. All

those women drew close to him with a motive. Some did so for the sake of fame and fortune, or even just

for the thrill of it, while others wanted to enjoy a better life. Contrarily, this woman, whom he had once

labeled a gold digger, was reveling in happiness at this very moment because of a meal he cooked.

All at once, a wealth of warmth engulfed him. This feeling was one he had never experienced before – a

sense of contentment that was lacking even during the height of his relationship with Cassie back then.

Oscar simply allowed her to cling to his back like a koala as he continued cooking.

Undeniably, he was incredibly skilled at cooking, his movements unhurried. The entire scene appeared

exceedingly beautiful and enthralling.

In short, it created a picture of a man cooking for his beloved woman, while the woman nestled beside

him blissfully and looked on happily.

In other words, the man bustled about, while the woman waited to eat.

Indeed, it was all incredibly romantic.

Anyway, all this appeared very romantic in Amelia’s eyes. Even if this romanticism included the smell of

grease and smoke, she still felt particularly happy.

The entire meal took two hours in the kitchen because of all their lovey-dovey gestures. When they

stepped out of the kitchen, it was already half-past seven.

Amelia then got some candles out from somewhere and said, “It just so happens that it’s dark now, so

what about a candlelight dinner, Mr. Clinton?”

Flashing her an indulgent smile, Oscar countered, “Don’t you think it’s even more romantic to eat under

dim lighting?”

Surprisingly, Amelia acted out of character and pouted. “In the movies, it’s very romantic to see the male

and female leads having a candlelight dinner, so I want my man to also reenact the scene with me. Mr.

Clinton, are you not going to grant me such an insignificant request?”

Upon hearing this, Oscar was torn between laughter and exasperation. However, he still went with her

and turned off all the lights. In a flash, the house plunged into utter darkness.

Amelia initially wanted to arrange the candles, but Oscar then quickly strode over and snagged the

candles from her hand. “Just sit down. I’ll do all the preparation,” he asserted.

Amelia obediently sat down. She couldn’t quite see anything in the darkness, but strangely enough, she

wasn’t at all anxious. Perhaps that could be attributed to Oscar’s presence beside her.

Out of the blue, she giggled. “Mr. Clinton, I think we’re both quite silly. Why didn’t we light the candles

with the lights on? We just had to light it in pitch darkness. Isn’t it particularly silly?”

At her remark, Oscar was startled for a moment. When I’m with her, some of my actions have become

rather silly.

At long last, he finally managed to light the candles. Then, he took his seat on the other side.

As the candlelight illuminated Amelia’s flushed face, she appeared as beautiful as a flower in full bloom.

Oscar’s gaze instantly darkened significantly as he stared at her.

Amelia then lifted her glass and murmured, “Cheers.”

Her glass was filled with milk, which Oscar poured especially for her.

Raising his glass, Oscar clinked it against hers. After taking a sip, he placed it down and took some food

for her with his silverware. “Try this,” he urged.

Thus, Amelia took a bite of it. Meanwhile, Oscar’s gaze unconsciously followed her every move as he

observed her expression closely. Even he himself didn’t realize that he was actually a touch nervous at

this moment.

“How is it?”

Amelia merely lifted her head and looked at him without answering the question.

At this, Oscar’s brows furrowed. He then asked, “Does it taste bad?”

Still, Amelia chewed slowly and kept him suspended on the edge.

As time ticked past, Oscar became all more unconfident, and even his voice was colored with a hint of

nerves.

“Is it awful?”

As Amelia looked at his apprehensive expression, she finally burst out laughing. Only then did Oscar

realize that he’d been tricked.

All at once, exasperation inundated Oscar. “You’re really impish, woman.”

Subsequently, Amelia swallowed the food in her mouth and gave him a thumbs-up. “Mr. Clinton, I never

expected your cooking to be so delicious,” she complimented.

Finally, Oscar’s heart that had been in his throat settled back into his chest.

“Truly?”

Nodding, Amelia supportively took another huge bite.

She was now filled with happiness. He has truly given me too many surprises today. Not only has he

been tender to me, but he also cooked for me personally. In the past, I never dared to even think about

this!

“Mr. Clinton, I’ve never seen you cook. When did you learn to cook?” she questioned, curious.

As Oscar took some food for her, he answered, “When I was studying abroad back then, I wasn’t used to

the food outside, so I learned to cook. To improve the taste of my cooking, I even attended classes and

learned different cuisines. I’m actually pretty good at cooking Erihalian cuisines as well, but I just don’t

quite favor it.”

Hearing this, Amelia again flashed him a thumbs-up. “Mr. Clinton, you’re truly a man of many talents. I

feel incredibly proud whenever I think of the fact that such an outstanding man like you belongs to me.

It’s a feeling of, ‘Hey, that’s my man!’ I even wonder how I’m worthy to be your wife. Thus, I’m really

thankful I got to marry you. Even if I did so for the money at first, but now…”

She didn’t finish her utterance, but she was certain that he would understand her meaning.

Getting up from the chair, Oscar leaned forward and knocked her head lightly. “Silly girl!”

Just because of those two words, Amelia’s eyes turned red despite herself. He’s simply too gentle under

the candlelight, his loving gaze seemingly drawing me in.

She dipped her head and furtively dashed off her tears, unwilling to ruin such a wonderful atmosphere

with her melancholy.

Then, Oscar took more food for her while prompting, “Eat more.”

Amelia then buried her head and ate. Oscar, on the other hand, watched her eat indulgently.

Perhaps his gaze was too piercing that even Amelia, who was pretending to be eating intently, couldn’t

keep up the pretense anymore.

She lifted her head and looked at Oscar, who only had some noodles on his plate. “Are you not eating,

Mr. Clinton?” she asked.

To which Oscar replied, “You’re a scrumptious dish in itself.”

Amelia was stunned at first before her cheeks flamed.

“Mr. Clinton, sweet talk seems to be coming to you with hardly any effort. Well, how many women have

you said this to?”

At her remark, mirth bubbled within Oscar. “Are you jealous?”

However, Amelia shook her head in denial.

Placing more food onto her plate, Oscar then urged, “Eat more. I’ll be keeping you company at home

tonight.”

Likewise, Amelia took some food for him and placed it into his. “Are you not going to the hospital?” she

inquired.

“Are you hoping that I’ll go?”

Shaking her head, Amelia murmured, “I just feel that Ms. Yard is quite possessive about you. Will she

really let you go so easily?”

It was clear as day that Oscar would rather not speak of Cassie, for he merely deflected, saying, “I told

her that I’ll be going home today. Plus, Steph will be going over to take care of her tonight, and they’ve

been friends for many years.”

All things considered, Amelia’s expression remained rather calm after hearing that.

“Why? Are you unhappy about that?”

Picking up her silverware, Amelia took some food and placed it into his bowl. “It doesn’t really matter. Ms.

Yard is the woman you love most, so it’s normal that you’re concerned about her. Since she’s the woman

you’ve been longing after for so many years, you should be very happy now that you’ve finally won her

over.”

When Oscar’s heard this, he could tell that she was brimming with jealousy.

Thus, he deliberately teased her, exclaiming, “And you said you’re not jealous? I can even smell the

strong stench of jealousy wafting in the air now. Do you not smell it?”

Amelia rolled her eyes at him and chided, “You’re incorrigible, Mr. Clinton!”

At that, Oscar laughed heartily, his laughter instantly riveting Amelia.

When his laughter had finally tapered off, she unwittingly blurted, “Oscar, you look really handsome when

you laugh.”

Oscar was taken aback for a moment before he then snapped back to his senses.

“Were you swept off your feet by my allure?” he quipped.

Under the candlelight, he was no longer the shrewd and aloof man he appeared to others. Instead, he

became particularly talkative and approachable.

Amelia felt herself insensibly falling head over heels at his outstanding personality and charm even as

her heartbeat started accelerating.

Suddenly, Oscar stood up and extended his hand in a gentlemanly gesture of invitation. Amelia stared at

him at a loss for a moment.

Hence, Oscar murmured, “My beautiful lady, I’d like to be your Prince Charming tonight. May I have the

honor of having this dance?”

Amelia’s right hand instinctively flew to her mouth, and her gaze was stained with a hint of incredulity.

When she didn’t react, he repeated, “My beautiful lady, may this Prince Charming of yours have the

honor of having this dance tonight?”

Jolting out of her surprise, Amelia languidly placed her hand into his, whereupon he pulled her up.

As he placed his hands at her waist, he asked in a low voice, “You don’t mind dancing with me in the

living room without any music, do you?”

Amelia shook her head. In the next moment, she insensitively blurted, “When did you become so

romantic, Mr. Clinton?”

Chuckling softly, Oscar boasted, “There are plenty more romantic things I can do.”

“Ah, you’ve been hiding your talents all this time, Mr. Clinton,” Amelia bantered.

At this time, Oscar placed a finger at his lips and shushed her. In an extremely entrancing voice, he

whispered, “Be good and keep quiet for a while. You just need to feel it.”

Amelia obediently zipped her mouth.

The two of them then danced in the absence of music. It formed a beautiful picture – one that couldn’t be

described by words.