Too Much to Bear My Love

Casting an odd look at him, Amelia stated, “Mr. Clinton, you’re crossing the line. We agreed on not

interfering in each other’s work matters.”

“Your training in Saspiuburg must be just an excuse. What you actually want to do is to spend all day

with that man. Amelia, do you think I’m stupid?”

Gazing at him coldly, Amelia said, “I love money but I’m not as lowly as you think I am. Please watch

your words.”

“Amelia, you’re just a woman selling your body. Why are you putting yourself on the moral high ground?”

Hearing his words, Amelia paled.

“Since you think of me like that, why are you getting angry? If there isn’t anything else, I’ll shower first. I

need to get rid of all this sweat.” With that said, Amelia spun around and went upstairs.

Oscar stared at her with frustration flashing past his eyes.

They used to be on good terms but he did not know when their relationship had turned as tense as this.

After Amelia entered the bedroom, she collapsed against the door as her legs weakened. For a moment,

she thought she would be unable to support her pregnant body.

After leaning against the door for five minutes, Amelia finally took out a change of clothes and entered

the bathroom. Once she was done with her hot shower, she felt more refreshed, and the gloominess in

her heart slowly faded away.

Raising her hand to touch her belly, she lovingly muttered, “Sweetheart, don’t be scared. Even if your

daddy doesn’t want us anymore, I’ll raise you into an adorable prince or a sweet princess. I’ll never let

anyone hurt you.”

Abruptly, someone knocked thrice on the bathroom door. Oscar’s voice came from behind the door. “Are

you done?”

After recollecting herself, Amelia opened the door and smiled at him. “Mr. Clinton, are you using the

bathroom?”

Instead of replying to her question, Oscar looked at her and asked, “You’re not angry anymore?”

Amelia’s grin widened. “Was I ever angry?”

When he raised his hand to childishly pinched her face roughly, she yelped in pain.

Holding onto her cheek, she was sure that her face must have bruised. He must be some stray dog in his

past life to be acting so rough.

“Are you a dog?” Amelia glared at him.

“If I were a dog, the first person I’ll bite to death would be you.”

“Mr. Clinton, regardless of everything, we’re still husband and wife. You don’t need to be that ruthless, do

you?”

The only response from Oscar was a roll of his eyes.

Walking over to hug his waist from behind, Amelia mumbled, “Mr. Clinton, let’s not fight anymore, okay?”

Oscar replied, “As long as you stay good, naturally, I won’t fight with you.”

Rolling her eyes at that, Amelia muttered sweetly, “You’re paying me for this; I wish I could shower you

with the sweetest words. Why would I dare to make you mad?”

Oscar’s mood suddenly lifted. “Quit your current job. I’ll arrange something else for you. The salary and

benefits will be much better than what you have now.”

Those were words that Amelia would believe in.

However, she uttered, “Mr. Clinton, it’s stated on the contract that we won’t intervene in each other’s

private affairs and work matters. You can’t tell me otherwise now.”

When Oscar turned to look at her, his stare made Amelia’s heart skip a beat. She actually felt a little

guilty.

“What did Carter promise you? Or are you hiding something from me?”

“Mr. Clinton, you’re overthinking this. I don’t want to quit my job because I just like it. Back then, I was the

one asking him to keep an eye out for job openings on my behalf. It’s awkward for me to now tell him that

I want to quit.”

Prying her hands away from him, Oscar sat on the couch and scrutinized her keenly.

“Speak. What price did Carter give you?”

Amelia stood rigid for a moment before she realized what he meant.

A shudder ran down her spine, but soon, she regained her calmness. “Carter is born with a golden

spoon. Although the Scotts are incomparable to the Clintons, he won’t offer an extremely low price.

Moreover, as he does have some feelings for me, he might be even more generous than you.”

By now, Oscar’s eyes were blazed with wrath.

“Amelia, could you be any more immoral than this?”

“It’s normal for people to die for money, so what’s wrong with me wanting some? Mr. Clinton, why should

you be angry with that?”

“Amelia, you’re the most shameless woman I’ve ever seen.” Oscar rose to his feet and left the house.

Standing transfixed, Amelia bitterly laughed. I’ve always loved money. Why should he be mad at me for

looking for my next client? Besides, I’m not even doing that. I’m just waiting for you to change your mind.

What a pity my heart is nothing but a pebble for you to kick around.

Just as Amelia was in a daze, her phone rang. Picking it up, she realized it was an unfamiliar number.

Frowning, she accepted the call, fearing that it might be one of her colleagues. “Hello, may I ask who

you’re looking for?”

“Amelia, it’s me. Can we meet?” It was Cassie.

Falling silent for a moment, Amelia finally muttered, “Okay. You decide on the venue and text me the

address.”

After ending the call, Amelia sat on the bed and fell deep in her thoughts again. Soon, her phone made a

noise. It was Cassie messaging her with the time and address.

The next day, Amelia went out to meet Cassie during her lunch break.

Just as she sat down, Cassie pushed the menu toward her. “The set meals here are quite good. Order a

set; we’ll talk as we eat.”

Amelia responded, “It’s fine, Ms. Yard. With the relationship we have, I’m afraid I might not be able to eat

anything. Why don’t you just get straight to the point?”

After a snap of her fingers, Cassie uttered proudly, “I already have Oz’s kid, so I’m here to ask you to

leave him. Tell me what you need.”

“Ms. Yard, are you really pregnant? How many months it has been? Speaking of which, how long have

you come back here for? Could it be that you’re pregnant with someone else’s baby?”

Cassie paled momentarily but she soon sneered, “Sharp-tongued, I see. Ms. Winters, it’s true that I’m

lying to you when I said I’m pregnant, but I’ve already been intimate with Oz. I’m sure our love is already

in the making inside my body.”

All Amelia did was quietly listen to her.

I’m afraid Cassie’s the only one who can be so proud to be a mistress. She’s from a wealthy family and

she’s had an excellent education. Yet, she’s so conceited and has such a terrible personality. Oscar’s a

weirdo among weirdoes to fall in love with her and treat her as his precious.

“I can also say I have his baby, too. The law states that the husband and wife aren’t allowed to divorce

while the wife is pregnant. Ms. Yard, do you really want to be the mistress who ruins someone else’s

family? You’re well educated. I don’t think you’ll pull such an indecent act,” Amelia refuted.

Hearing that, Cassie glared daggers at her.

“Amelia, if you have some shame and wits left in you, get lost. Stop clinging to the Clintons for their

status and wealth. Don’t you think you’re like a clown?”

“Ms. Yard, those are the words I was going to say to you,” Amelia answered. “Aren’t you a mistress trying

to gain wealth and status? However, unlike me, you come from a wealthy family. Aren’t you afraid that

you’ll humiliate your family?”

It seemed like Amelia had hit her sore point as Cassie snarled, “Amelia, stop calling me a mistress! I was

the first to know Oz and we were nearly married. You’re the third wheel in our relationship!”

Amelia scoffed, “You’re a pianist, Ms. Yard. You’re famous, talented, and sophisticated, but you don’t

filter your words. I’m starting to wonder if you know the law. Oscar and I have a marriage certificate, and

a married couple’s assets are protected by the law. Why am I suddenly the third wheel? Ms. Yard, why

don’t you explain to me?”

Giving her a stony look, Cassie warned, “Stop pushing your luck, Amelia Winters.”

At that, a loud laugh escaped Amelia.

“You are hilarious. I’m pushing my luck? It’s more like you’re pushing your luck.” Folding her arms,

Amelia continued, “A question for you, Ms. Yard. You chose to ditch the wedding back then. Why are you

back now? What do you love about Oscar?”

Amelia’s questions stumped Cassie.

“Another question for you. If the Clinton Corporations encounter a financial crisis, will you go through the

tough times with him? You seem like a delicate flower.”

Cassie froze for a second. “You need not worry about that for me. Didn’t you marry Oz because of

money back then? The Clintons and the Yards are families of equal status. Even if the Clintons have a

financial crisis, the Yards will lend a helping hand. My parents only have one daughter; they can’t bear to

see me suffer. That’s why your hypothetical situation will never come true.”

Shrugging, Amelia responded, “You can think of it as me being too worried. But you haven’t answered

this: what is your aim for clinging to Oscar after your abrupt return? Don’t tell me it’s because of love.

Oscar only believes in that answer because he’s in love with you. On the other hand, I’m not stupid.”

“I’m back because I love him. He loves me, too. You’ve been Mrs. Clinton for too long now; isn’t it time

for you to leave the title behind?”

“What if I say no?”

Cassie confidently laughed. “I’m afraid this isn’t up to you. Oz promised me yesterday that he’ll divorce

you as soon as possible, and he never lies to me.”

“I’m afraid I have to disappoint you, Ms. Yard. Just a moment ago, I asked him if he’s going to divorce

me, and he told me that he hasn’t made up his mind. So I’m still Mrs. Clinton while you can only be a

mistress,” Amelia crowed.

With colors draining from her face, Cassie seethed, “That’s impossible. Oz loves me! If he tells me he’s

marrying me, he will.”

Amelia raised her brows and shrugged. “Maybe he was completely captivated by you four years ago, but

your escape from your marriage turned him into the laughingstock of the upper-class society. Do you

think a man can bear with that humiliation? If I were he, I would be kind just by not taking revenge on

you. Hence, let me advise you—don’t think too highly of yourself.”

Hearing her words, Cassie began to tremble from agitation.

“I did it for my future back then, and Oz will understand it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have waited for me for

four years.”

“Ms. Yard, are you sure that Oscar waited for you for four years? Why am I his wife, then?”

Glancing at her, Cassie suddenly returned to a calm state and uttered, “He’s a man. A great man like Oz

has physical needs when I’m not around him. It’s fine for him to have a woman to deal with his needs

while I’m absent.”

If Cassie had not been a daughter of a prominent family, Amelia would be shocked by those words. That

explanation was not something an ordinary person could begin to understand.