Too Much to Bear My Love

Oscar had always been a tough nut to crack. Apart from giving all the little kindness that he had to

Cassie, the man was always cold to every other woman. But today, he had celebrated her birthday with

her and even prepared her a gift. Although Amelia received such gifts every year, this time, Oscar had

specifically ordered someone to make the necklace and had their initials carved on it. Wasn’t this a token

of his love, then?

Amelia headed upstairs too, only to realize that the door had been locked as she attempted to enter the

bedroom. Seriously, how childish could he be?

“Open the door, Mr. Clinton!” she called out while banging on the door.

Yet, the door remained locked despite her shouting numerous times.

Amelia stared at the tightly shut door in distress. Aren’t women usually the ones who would behave this

way? I can’t believe he locked me out! Did I do something to piss him off?

She continued to pound on the door, but the man inside refused to open it. Thus, she had no other

choice but to use the guest room. Fortunately, Tiffany often slept in there, so Amelia didn’t have to worry

about not having any pillows and blankets. Then, she brought the pajamas she had prepared for Tiffany

to the bathroom, took a hot bath, and got into bed. Suddenly, a knock came on the door.

Amelia opened it and found Oscar standing outside in his pajamas.

“Come back and sleep.”

“Didn’t you lock me out, Mr. Clinton?” Amelia asked with a smile that didn’t reach her ears.

“I didn’t hear you knocking. I was taking a shower.”

Amelia merely smiled and chose not to expose his childish antics.

As they returned to the master bedroom, Amelia crawled into bed and waited for Oscar to join her. Then,

she cuddled up into his arms ever so naturally.

“Were you throwing a tantrum, Mr. Clinton?” the woman asked with a smile.

“Cut those ridiculous thoughts. I did no such thing.” Oscar held onto her, and the two looked like a real

couple.

“Let’s sleep.”

Lying peacefully in his arms, the woman quickly fell into a slumber.

Amelia woke up early the next morning and gazed at a sleeping Oscar in satisfaction. Then, she

brazenly planted a kiss on his chin. But just as she was about to move away, the woman felt her body

being raised as Oscar engulfed her lips in his.

The man proceeded to French kiss her. After separating, Amelia panted slightly while grinning at him.

“You’re awake, Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar pinched her nose lightly. “Don’t you have to go to work? Hurry up and get out of bed. I’ll take you

to work after breakfast.”

“Why haven’t you been spending time with Ms. Yard for the past two days, Mr. Clinton?” Amelia asked as

she walked into the bathroom with Oscar following after.

“She went back to Erihal with her team yesterday afternoon,” Oscar responded blandly.

Amelia froze for a moment while holding her toothbrush. “So your woman’s gone. That explains why you

have so much time on your hands.”

Oscar glanced at her. “Are you jealous?”

“How could I ever be, Mr. Clinton? You’re too mighty of a figure.”

“Seriously… You’re like a sly fox that can talk your way into getting anything you want sometimes, but

other times, you’re like a lazy kitten whose thoughts can never be understood.”

“Is that a compliment, Mr. Clinton?”

Oscar hugged her from behind. “As long as you keep being a good girl, I’ll give you everything a woman

could ever dream of before we’re divorced.”

So at the end of the day, he just thinks of me as his plaything, huh?

After rinsing her mouth, Amelia gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You should wash up, Mr. Clinton. I’ll be

heading down for breakfast now. I won’t wait up if you’re late, because unlike you, I’m just a regular

employee at work.”

“Wait for me. I’ll take you to work.”

Amelia glanced at him before nodding and heading downstairs.

After eating the breakfast Molly had prepared, the two headed down to the basement for the car, and

Oscar took Amelia straight to her workplace.

As he stopped by the roadside, Oscar unbuckled his seatbelt and planted a kiss on the woman’s

forehead. “I’ll come to pick you up for lunch at noon.”

Amelia cast him an odd glance. “You’re being unusually attentive, Mr. Clinton.”

“Isn’t it a husband’s duty to treat his wife to meals?” Oscar responded matter-of-factly.

Amelia smiled sweetly at him. “So you do treat me as your wife.”

The man gave her forehead a flick. “Well, what else would you be?”

“That’s a question I should be asking you, Mr. Clinton,” Amelia replied cheekily before opening the door

and exiting the car.

Oscar broke into a smile and his mood instantly brightened.

He whipped out his phone and dialed an unsaved number. “Is this Carter Scott?” he asked the moment

the call connected.

Over the phone, Carter froze for a brief moment before answering, “Yes. Who is this?”

“I’m Oscar Clinton. We just met yesterday; have you already forgotten about me?”

Carter grew even more perplexed. “May I know why you’re calling, Mr. Clinton?”

“Are you free right now? Let’s have a cup of coffee. I have something I need to talk to you about,” Oscar

replied without a hint of hesitation.

Carter froze temporarily before answering, “Okay. What time?”

“How about now?” Oscar proceeded to give him an address.

Upon arrival at the hotel where they had arranged to meet, Oscar then ordered two Western breakfast

platters.

Carter arrived shortly. Unsurprised to see breakfast on the table, he casually took his seat across Oscar.

Both men looked incredibly attractive and dressed well, so they immediately became quite a sight for

others who were there.

“You must have called me here for a reason, Mr. Clinton. Say, what can I do for you?” Carter picked up a

bun and ate it elegantly.

Oscar picked up his coffee and sipped on it, not intending to answer Carter’s question hastily. Like old

friends who were finally meeting up again, the two continued to eat and drink in silence, but the

atmosphere remained tense.

After finishing his breakfast, Carter wiped his mouth with a napkin and spoke again. “Can we talk about it

now, Mr. Clinton?”

Oscar went straight to the point. “Forget about letting Amelia go to Saspiuburg. I’d like you to take her

name off the list.”

Carter remained smiling. “Is this Amelia’s decision? Or is it yours, Mr. Clinton?”

“I’m her husband, so I naturally have the right to make decisions for her,” Oscar answered while glancing

at the man before him.

Carter shrugged. “I’m afraid I can’t say yes if this isn’t of Amelia’s own will, Mr. Clinton. Amelia’s human;

she’s not a toy or an animal. She has the right to make her own decisions. I know she’s married to you,

but that doesn’t mean she shouldn’t have her personal space. Don’t you think you’re going too far by

intervening in her work?”

Oscar let out a scoff. “Do you like her?”

Carter nodded, his expression remaining unchanged. “I do. I’ve liked her ever since we first met. She

was a sophomore when we first met. I remember how simple her clothes were, but she looked so

innocently beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.”

Carter began to reminisce about the past. “She’s pure and beautiful, and she was every guy’s dream girl.

I couldn’t believe that such beauty existed at that time. I would’ve pursued her if my family hadn’t

pestered me to leave the country. When I came back, I was ecstatic to learn that she had come to work

at one of my family’s companies, and I quickly decided to go after her. But before I could make her my

girlfriend, she ran into trouble. At the same time, my family had forced me to leave the country again, and

they even kept a hold of my passport. Sadly, Amelia was gone when I returned once again. I could never

find her—until she suddenly found me not long ago and asked me for a job. That’s when I knew my

chance had finally come. I don’t care if she’s married or not; I want to remain by her side.”